Astro-naut
Ay, ain’t no introduction needed, ’cause you already know it’s Lady
I know this p#ss# be yankin!
You can’t find this on the internet!
Not long ago, two waces f#cked up the joke basis
The ‘funnier’ and the ‘funny’, the masked wolf and the cunning
But who did take over?
START THE MUSIC RIGHT
Whatchu know about rollin’ down in the deep? (In slow motion!)
You p#ssies beggin’ lactation for that snow halation – it ain’t too steep
I can’t lie, cherry pie – the war be nothing
More than a seven to sign a contract for Big Gates – it’s Lady! (Meow!)
Freedom be free for p#ss#, (Ookwee!) this yank be live and kickin’ (Ookwee!!)
Yank be fussy, cope and seethe – Battlerock Galaxy
Play dumb, play dumb, you playin’ us for fun?
Call “For the Fans – Undertale”, none y’all set for the storm to come
Nice, nice, nice, nice
Open up your eyes, just you act like Silent Toe! (p#ss#~)
You’re just so unfunny! God, so so unfunny!
Thot, just let me pray for the souls hitting the Griddy
Fear my dog empire, seize this one desire
With no survivors, I’ma terminate like this purge (Woo!)
This p#ss# Yankover’s gotta last forever
Ain’t no Gadget Week, concur I’m no brown brick inspector
No more Epic Flintstones, be what the fans need
No Fruity Pebbles, no more tea, this p#ss# be yankin (Ny-Ny-Nya!)
Do you want a piece of your favorite celebrity?
If your favorite celebrity is Logan Paul, that is
{Verse 2: Masked Wolf, Fanboy & Chum Chum, Lady, Steve Harvey
My rhyme’s inclined to break your spine, find the feline like Adam Levine
Fallen angel’s curse: rehearse, purchase, then Fred Durst
Devil’s deal first: research, disperse, in reverse
Hey, Rental, you seem to be for her banned
She’s like Vine’s Main Theme, c’mon and slam
Let’s just get this straight, for a second, ay
Lady, please, you can call that brain freeze!
My own p#ss# got me actin’ strange, get me?
The fans don’t really want none, you heard?
Subject: Hobart (ain’t a funny mixer) – next subject: “gay people” (run to the ground!)
Failed violently, vote for Team Lady! (Folk Steve Harvey!)
Ya-Y-Y-Yanked some b#tches, danger b#tches, we got b#tches, hello Gunner!
Epic, that was epic, epic
Let me give you the big, fattest, f#cking L
You’re just so unfunny! b#tch, just so unfunny!
Offkey and offbeat – fix so hyper, you’re not worthy
Fear my cat empire, meet my one desire
Bean ain’t coming back, for I’ve verified, no shuttin’ down (Woo!)
Forever Astrover, say I’m Super Grover
Ain’t not Channel Awesome; the frostin’ of a Cinnabon
Adele, Ken, Limp Bizkit: favored by the fans
You and your p#ssies ain’t got brain, for you just got out-yanked (b#tch!)
My p#ss# be yankin, got this n#gg# feelin’ hypnotized
Close your eyes, hold my thighs, n#gg#, enjoy this ride
I see that magnum wrapper, n#gg#, that’s the perfect size
And you can hit it whenever, ain’t gotta fantasize
How many blunts can Lady smoke today?
Don’t got time to count, got to play it safe
No matter who has won, who takes over
Why why, why why don’t I miss you a lot forever? (She keep playing me dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb)
I JUST LOVE WEED
He dropped his pants and he hollerin’ he ready
We’ll throw his money, you can keep that confetti
We switchin’ lanes, then we f#ck in the Chevy (What you know about rollin’ down-)
Don’t need no room, so we bypassin’ the telly (FLEENTSTONES!?)
Thanks for make…
Oppan oppan Gangnam stoppan
You’re just so uncanny! God, so so uncanny!
Yankin at my ball of yarn, kinky for that Wii Shop bling
Fear my dog empire, seize this one desire
I’m the one to conquer, and there’s worse: here comes the Mummer
This p#ss# Yankover’s forever and ever
Ain’t no Gadget Week, concur “Yankin” ain’t in C Minor
Giving up the Flintstones got you more naive
No Fruity Pebbles, no more tea, this p#ss# be yankin
Then do the Harlem Shake! (Ey!)
Just throw you in a damn meat grinder
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