[Chorus]
Y’all ready to bassline some pussy with your tongue?
Quintessential rap song
Rhymes don’t matter if the beat strong
But for real no one listens to rap lyrics on tracks like this it’s filler
So… I’m saying whatever the fuck I want
LE’ GO!
[Verse 1]
Hello motherfuckers
Yeah the real motherfuckers
Wave your hands to Sophocles
If you really fuck your mothers
If you killed all of ya brothers
Your competition is slaughtered
And your mom washing your underwear
Gets you all hot and bothered
But you just can’t kill your father
The dudе is so much stronger
And your mom keeps him around
Because his dong is so much longеr
She really seems to love it
She screaming out all night long
Which makes you so fucking jealous
Your genetics went wrong
Mommy tells you that she loves you
But she won’t let daddy go
Because she could not spend
The rest of her life with your tiny chode
You’re mommy’s little side bitch
Even your daddy know
And he laughin’
“Hahaha”
‘Till your confidence erodes
Your heart is really breaking
‘Cuz you love your mommy so
But her and daddy are
Always making tiny dick jokes
Move out to a farm where you’ll have
Less judgmental options
Close your eyes
Think about
Your mom
When you fuck goats
Fuck goats
[Chorus]
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Quintessential rap song
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Rhymes don’t matter if the beat strong
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Face more nuclear than Kim Jong
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
It’s the quintessential rap song
[Bridge]
Okay so, can I have my misogynist verse know?
I- look, I just wanna know how it feels like
As like an experiment
The song- look we’re pretty much obligated
To do it on a song like this
And no one’s listening anyways…
Cool, thanks!
[Verse 2]
I spit more anti-feminist shit
Than on any pussy I’ve licked
Rhyme scheme consists of
(Bitches, Bitches, fu-fu-fu-bi-bi-bi)
Bitches
Yeah bitches down on all fours
It’s the only music that makes
Feminists act like whores
If you want some degradation baby
I’ve got more
I said beat makes you forget what you stand foooo-
*Licks aggressively*
Ah hah!
That’s great you have a law degree
But I can’t fuck your law degree
I can use it to wipe my jizz up from your tits
Berkeley, impressive
Smell that puss like Bartini
Eat that puss like poverty
Hope your mouth looks how I look
‘Cuz it’s gon’ see a lot of me
Your mouth won the lottery
Brain so good like Socrates
That cleft chin ain’t genetic
More balls hit your face than soccer teams
More face masks than Halloween
Now you’re gonna babysit
Cum right on your eyes and leave
But you can watch my kiiiids
[Chorus]
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Quintessential rap song
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Rhymes don’t matter if the beat strong
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Bass hittin’ dope like armstrong
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
It’s the quintessential rap song
[Bridge]
Damn man, no one even batted an eye at that shit
They’re all still dancing
I mean it’d be nice if like someone listened y’know?
I think it’s time to pull out the self-aggrandizing verse
Like if this doesn’t get their attention
I literally don’t know what will
[Verse 3]
I got a big closet like Anne Frank
My shower gold like R. Kelly
12” inch dick call it Subway
So deep in, it colored pork belly
I’ll castrate you like Bruce D Cave
Take shots at me you a kamikaze
Always hit it on the first date
Without fail
Like Bill Cosby
Get more head than ISIS
More ass than colon cancer
But my music so pro-feminist
It’s touching women like [?]
Untouchable like the NIA
I’m Adam Lanza with your bitch in foot
Fuck her on the beach
With no towel
She callin’ my dick the sandy hook
(Ughh)
Yesss
Yes they’re pissed man
They’re offended
They’re fucking listening
Fuck yeah
I mean I had to take it way too far but…
(This is last call at the bar)
(Ughh)
Ah fuck it man, I tried
[Chorus]
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Quintessential rap track (Let’s go dance!)
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Rhymes don’t matter if the beat fat (Ass and tits!)
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Face blowing up like a G-hat
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
It’s the quintessential rap track (Twerk contest! Uwaah!)
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Quintessential rap sounds
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Rhymes don’t matter if the beat pounds (Now watch this shit.)
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
Face with your face like Chris Brown
(Bitches, Bitches, Bitches)
It’s the quintessential rap sounds (Yeah I don’t know how to twerk)
