"If I weren't a rapper, I'd be a trucker, and if I see your mother, I'm going to fuck her."
haha you're dead
livin la sida loca
hello doody
angry bi-hooker
greenpeace rap
fartbob and pootown
ode to balls
if your mom were a flower ...
the story of you
metamorphoses
fecal husbandry*
a day at the museum (the pee debacle)*
literati rhyme*
not enough minerals (not enough vespene gas)
pukin' peter
scrotum pole
poop for pleasure
i dare you to eat doody
fuckin' (my way)
Haha You're Dead
now let me drop some knowledge, now listen here it goes
we get mad bitches, we get mad hoes
on my left is DJ Death, on my right is Balls,
your breath is really rank, so start chowing those halls
like saimus in metroid, or bonnie and clyde
what happened to your family? sorry, they died
now you're looking really fluffy i could call you a dog
and i'm getting really bored so you want to play some bog..
gle? you smell, i could call you a turd,
here's a shout out to the beets, stay away from bean curd
that's an order, i won't change my mind
like doing civil service you're a waste of my time
now for one more line stop being a fuss
when are you going to learn, all your base are belong to us?
to get on the bus, you need a metrocard,
but to get with us, you can't you're dead!
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Livin La Sida Loca
(MC ALBUMEN)
nobody fights me cuz nobody ever won
but if you wanna try my murder count is up one
if you think we're gonna rock i'm gonna kick you in the head
and when you do a number two it's gonna come out red
now my skin is so white, they call me albumen
if you're hangin with me YO we're gonna eat a human
stop hanging round the corner just like you're saddam
cuz now i found you waldo, and i fucked your mom
like deer park water, i'm fresher than ever
my flavor be real and my rhymes be clever
if you don't like that you can call me papa smurf
cuz i run the whole town, you'd better stay off my turf
i witnessed your birth, you know what that means
have your papa close his ears or he's gonna shit his jeans
(MC BALLS)
my rhymes are so potent,
they'll get your mom pregnant
if i'm a whole line, then you're just a segment
in the animal kingdom, they call me the dragon
have your papa close his ears cuz your mom and i are shaggin
if you ask me for a meal i'm going to serve you some lead
in the game of life, you finish dead
i get more play than fischer price
i dined on your family mmm tasted quite nice
if you wanna ride the train you need more than a token
mess with me and i'll leave your ass smokin (biotch)
my rhymes are so fresh, never gonna stop
like folgers baby, good to the last drop
(GERARDO)
i'm sorry your grandma tiene la sida
that must be because ... i peed on her!
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Hello Doody
i did your mom, it was in the behind
she couldn't scream cuz she's deaf, so the bitch had to sign
i told the bitch to say my name but all she said was "bart"
so for punishment here's what i did, in her eye i did fart
of all your mom's lovers, she's got a system for ranking
if she's naughty by nature, then i'm naughty for spanking
by day i'm a prophet, nobody be wiser
by night i'm your mom's egg fertilizer
when your dad hits on me, i say not in your dreams
the only nuts i eat are doughs from krispy kreme
your mom weighs many pounds, almost a million
and i take my pizza like my chess, always sicilian
when i fight, my weapon of choice's a tomahawk
and your mom's so fat, she can't fit in montauk
(but she got that way later, after we did the nasty)
your mom's so wack, she's MCDONALDS..
WHAT! !?! FUCK HER
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Angry Bi-Hooker
i'll come at you with paul's strength and
xiaoyu's quickness
last night your mom licked my dickness
i'll beat you in chess if you don't mind
and if you go to the store, buy all the bitches you can find
if we play chess, you'll soon be checkmated
by the illest moves ever concatenated
last night i was in bed with your spouse
what's that you say? you can't speak with poo in your mouth
when your dad saw me, he nearly turned gay
but you'll have to break it to him: i don't swing that way
your mom is fine, i like her boobs
and they're gonna grow from
all that sperm i put in her fallopian tubes
if i weren't a rapper, i'd be a trucker
and if i see your mother, i'm gonna fuck her
i touched your mother in her naughty place
and then i did something even worse on her face
if we played chess, you'd be a pawn
oh haha was that your face i peed on?
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Greenpeace Rap
haha we killed you, we're back and alive
unlike your mom who on my sperm tried to survive
now for some serious shit, that's greenpeace
after eating all their lies, now we're obese
so listen to the truth, here it is clear
they spread more terror than robespierre
they don't care about trees, or even pollutin
and let me ask you this they down with murder? DARN TOOTIN
so next time you see them pour some soot in a lake
and watch them celebrate while they eat a baby cake
they smell like garbage and they look like doody
when the time comes to act, they'll just lick our booty
with such a small heart, what can you expect?
they suck down big macs while their job they neglect
the fuckers smell like trash and they probably rock a rash
and now at fucking last we're gonna kick them in the ass
they don't deserve children to continue their line
and about their mom mother earth, she's my concubine
my rhymes are so phat, there ain't none rotunder
and my beats rock louder than thor, god of thunder
whether aerobic or anaerobic, my heart is still thumping
unlike your mom in whom my cock is thumping.
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Fartbob and Pootown
I do your mom so much, like five times a day
and I'm so megagood that i never have to pay
when i eat my corn, it's always on the cob
and i screw your mom so much, it's almost like a job
every now and then your mom drinks too much semen
then she gets bad gas, and i run screamin'
my rhymes are so convincing, that all would concede
i saw your mom in barnes and noble, who knew the bitch could read
if your mom went to school, she'd fail all of her classes
except for sex ed, cuz peeps be bangin' asses
your mom is so stupid people think she's retarded
on the soccer field of life her ass would get red carded
if she were a coke, she'd be really buttery
and if she tried to rap her shit would be mad stuttery
when your mom drinks pee, it's always by the gallon
damn man, that pretty much speaks for itself
(sputtering diarrhea, sputtering diarrhea)
i got more playskool fun than tonka
and more chocolate than willy wonka
i got more power than blanka
and when i see your mom, yo all i do is bonk her!
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Ode to Balls
now Balls got her name in a bowling alley
how many MC's been slaughtered since then? I lost tally
she never eats poo, it's just not her style
she crafts all her lyrics from cunning and guile
those who step to me will be served this recipe
some poop in the eye, and a mouthful of pee
her rhymes are so famous got more legend than zelda
if she were gargamel, your mom would be esmerelda
my poop's always pure, there's never any corn
and if you leave off the e, then your mom's just horn
if you step to me i'll make you gobble feces
i'll lay you out unburied just like polyneices
if your dad hits on me, i'll laugh at the joke
who do you think i am? i'm albumen, not the yolk
if y'all step to balls she'll beat you till you cry
and if she sees you on the street she'll rip out your lungs, DIE
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If Your Mom Were a Flower...
your mom has so much sex, shes got a third hip
in the cookie of life, shes just a chocolate chip
your mom eats food then she gets diarrhea
though the details are gross thats how your dad got gonorrhea
your moms easy in bed unlike a rubix cube
wanna see her after dark? turn on the dirty tube
i keep my rhymes subtle, got more sneak than converse
want me to sex your mom? i wouldnt be averse
some say are rhymes are gross but id like to rebut
we only rap the truth and in truth your moms a slut
your mom had sex with kheel she took it up the ass
take it from me, son the bitch aint got no class
in all the world your moms the fattest species
while we eat reese's pieces she eats reese's feces
i was gonna do your mom but then I had to retreat
i was disgusted when she asked me to poop on her feet
i was gonna do your mom shes got a nice rack
but then off came her shirt which made shrivel my sack
your mom wanted to turn me on she tried to talk dirty
but it doesnt turn me on to see shit going spurty
we were sitting on a beach when youre mom whipped out the thong
and let me tell you, son that shit be wrong
your mom is like pinball banging everything in sight
when she comes around i fuck her with all my might
(roar!)
your mom aint good at much except, of course, sexing
when she comes around my cock won't stop a-flexing
if your mom were a flower shed be a rhododendron
cuz she be turning red when im spreading her rectum
your dad hits on me he likes to rock his blows
you think i'd do that guy? the man's got six toes
my name is albumen and in bed i'm fatal
and when I see your mom i like to bang her, anal
im losing it man!
anal!
anal…
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The Story of You
i'll preface this by saying it's a bit low brow
but here's the story of your conception from beginning to now
met your mom at a brothel where she was earning her bills
so she claimed, though i think she was just honing her sex skills
we two hit it off, mostly because of her huge teats
i'll admit that i'm a sucker when the candy is sweet
but back to the jugs, yeah, they were pretty persuasive
but as my funds were running low your mom was being evasive
so i sat on my ass, and i set my mind to thinking
and soon my flow got fresher than the pee i was drinking
and i thought up a plan, and let me tell you 'twas gold
slick like the trojan horse, except not quite so bold
you see your mom's into food, that's why she's now so fat,
so i figured i'd keep it simple and take advantage of that
so i scraped up some cash and got a jar of honey
and applied it down there, and though it felt funny
it did its job well, your mom practically drooled
of course my penis is large, so she had to wait while i unspooled
but wait she did, she knew the product was worth it
though she didn't know that later she would have to birth shit
i was ready, then your mom, wowed by my unction, swooned
and relaxed while she got a figurative puncture wound
and if you think that's all i'm saying, you'd better stay tuned
because several months later her uterus balooned
if it seems i'm being mean, know that i left out your mom's lice
and the truth is that most of the time, i'd rather be nice
so i nix prolixity and just keep my rhymes precise,
and concise, i only dis your mom to add a splash of spice
so this all isn't to say that she isn't a sweet lady
it's just that i consider her sexual practices shady
i mean she's a mother, after all, so i think she should know
better than to be such a filthy, brazen ho
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Metamorphoses
i don't waste time playing sports that aren't frisbee,
i get more love from your mom than pyramus got from thisbe
your mom may be good in bed but her head sure be hollow
she gets more wood than daphne from apollo
when your mom tries to talk, her double chin starts rippling
but down there she's got more jungle than rudyard kipling
can't take your mom to a farm around animals she's too loose
she gets more bull penis than europa got from zeus
if your mom were a diplomat she'd put the ass in ambassador
the slut in consulate and when i see her my penis gets flaccider
when i conference with the bitch, we ain't discussin' treaties
and when i'm done with her in bed, yo she smells like philoctetes
i like to do your mom, so i really hate to say this
she's a dirty dirty slut, she puts the many lay in menelaus
if we were vodka, your mom would be zima
my rhymes got more order than dante's terza rima
your dad took a giant dump right on balls' face
and she liked it too, it made her look like a different race
now my balls are so large you'd need a death star to destroy em
and you'd better get out of the way when i start to deploy em
my flow's got more volume than niagara falls
and i get more conquests than caesar got from the gauls
i provide more nutrition than a bowl of special K
and my rhymes got more calculation than a cray
my pee is always clear, i never hold it in
if you want to have a drink, i saved a whole bin
now when your dad died, your mom never mourned
and if you take away our talent, we're just ill informed.
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Fecal Husbandry
hello, prepare your ears to receive a glorious
transmission
killing your face with a rap is my objective this mission
like the colorado river, you could carve canyons with my flow
and you could raise a clone army with the seed that i sow
i saw your mom last night, she puts on quite a show
mess with me 'n' i'll remove your balls, and they'll never regrow
now i've got a story to tell, got more epic than gilgamesh
'cept this story's for real, and its flavor be fresh
i was taking a dump (don't laugh, i'm just keeping it real)
when my poo started to chirp and flop about like a cracksmoking seal
its behavior was odd, to say the very least
i'd made living poops before, but this one was a beast!
i wouldn't have minded if it had just kept to itself
but it tried to crawl back in, which endangered my health
and my body's a temple, and with the aid of fiber
i keep my oblations regular, and my flow clean as the tiber
so i denied him entry, and considered my foe,
who was still flouncing around, in considerable woe
while i could have just flushed him and ended it there
i hatched a devilish scheme: we would work as a pair!
i reasoned that no one would suspect a measly little poo
of the criminal deeds i would persuade it to do
i explained my idea, and after a moment's reflection
the poo agreed and we formed a symbiotic connection.
things were going great, we'd stolen billions of rupees
my buddy john brown was the richest of doodies
when tragedy struck, during our fiftieth caper:
we got trapped by your mom's gravity, and we couldn't escape her
i'd been there before, and it's a frightening spot
and the timing was bad, i had to pee A LOT
we were both sweating oceans, and i thought we were dead
when the poo got a crazy notion into his head
he told me that he loved me, and that i'd treated him well
but if he didn't die a martyr the poo code doomed him to hell
i tried to restrain him, as he'd become my best friend
but tearfully, i let him go in the end
so upward he zoomed, right up to your mom's maw
which was closed but opened quickly, she likes her poo raw
in he dove and instantly her hunger departed
along with a giant gust of methane that she farted
his plan succeeded, i couldn't believe i'd been saved
and i cried all the way home, as i surfed that fart wave
he died saving me, and i'll never forget him
and to think if i'd had diarrhea, i'd never have met him!
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A Day at the Museum (the Pee Debacle)
i was walking about in a museum of art
the kind that insults you so much, you don't know where to start.
i was observing the pictures, and the dickless statues
by the way, they know you stole the dicks, and they're going to catch
you
you perv you disgust me, and why'd you leave on the balls?
it's bad enough that these guys will always have to use stalls
you didn't have to leave their berries dangling right in my face
calculated to make me ralph vomit all over the place
anyway, i was doing my best not to lash out and kill
when my attentions were needed elsewhere, my bladder was about to
overfill
i had to think quickly, time was of the essence
so i spat out the dog leg i was gnawing (my mom loves to give me
presents)
anyway i noticed a mummy with a crack in his case
and though i was slightly reluctant to pee on his face
i had no other choice, so i unveiled my weewee
aimed my stream and let it sparkle, flowin' nice and easy,
so i was feeling pretty good, my pee was healthily yellow
few things work like peeing in public for making me mellow
after a minute or so, though, i started to wonder
the stream hadn't abated, the rapids continued to thunder
i'd known i had to go bad, but this was more than i'd guessed
if i weren't so sure my wee is perfect, i'd have assumed it was messed
this was worse than before, i couldn't stop the juice
pee's like a caged monkey: once it's loose, it's loose!
some of you right now might be worried about the state of the mummy
but i was not and let me warn you now, cuz this isn't funny
if you ever imply my pee's anything but all natural
i'll kill off your family; i'll make the damage collateral
what i'm saying is that with my pee this mummy could only improve
and anyway he's no threat to me: the bitch can't even move.
no, my worry was that in a moment or three
the casket would overflow, and get all over me.
and while i know the value of pee, and i'd never refuse it
when you're splashed in public, it's a waste, you can't use it
so now you see my quandary, and i was on the verge of tears
when a bird perched on my shoulder, and sang truth in my ear
using expert timing, i repositioned the flow
so that it went into my ear, works better than q-tips, you know
problem solved! after 10 minutes, my spigot ran dry
and there wasn't a rapper in sight who had cleaner ears than i!
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Literati
Rhyme
My name is DJ Death but
I drop the occasional rhyme
Though my oration's so
polished, you'd think I do this all the time
I'll play on my numerous
lines, like an aeolian lute
Then I'll pickle your penis
and i'll sew up your poop chute
I have no respect for those
who drink liquid fart liquor
Anyway it's bad for you, makes
you shit your knickers
My skin is so soft some people
think I'm a baby
But don't be fooled, bitch,
this baby gave your mom scabies
No i don't have them myself, i
had some kept in my pocket
I distracted your mom with
some food, and put them near her socket
You might ask why i do this,
you may say that i'm mean
Well it's because of yoru mom,
she's so fat it's obscene
I'm doing a service to the
global community
Without with she would break
foul wind with unfettered impunity
Despite all my pranking, my
diligent fighting
I needed more power to defeat
this blighting
I challenged her to her face
to a round of literati
And then i left to take a
shower and wash her stench off of my body
So later that night started to
play lit
And she must have been
fellating the lit gods, my letters were shit
Then suddenly she left, her
computer was broken
And i knew the lits gods
through actions had spoken
I forced a forfeit then I
asked her what went wrong
And in my ear she sang a truly
terrible song
She told me that she loved
pee, loved its lustrous yellow
She loved its salty sweet
taste, she loved it baked into jello
So she undertook to commit a
most pernicious crime
One that cost her the lit game
from an previous rhyme
She'd begun to pee all over
her keyboard
She'd tried to appease the
peegods, be a priest of the peelord
Of course this had resulted in
her receiving a shock
And for a moment the gods
rejoiced, she was dead as a rock
However evil prevailed and a
final dribble of pee
Trickled onto the keyboard,
small as can be
But it was just enough to
shock her again
And restart her heart
beating. o woe! o, lament!
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Not
Enough Minerals (Not Enough Vespene Gas)
I fucked your mom
in the ass she lactated all over the room
She miscarried her fetus and I
impaled it on the broom
My sperm is so potent, I
impregnate with anal
And I just iced her fetus, so
now its shit is morainal
I killed your little
sister because I thought she was a midge
Turns out she was a fetus, and
now she's miscarriage
After I take a shit i wipe my
ass with fetus eye
It works even better than the
beard of a rabbi
When I started to shit, your
mom didn't swerve
She swallowed it down like it
was soft serve
After 20 abe lincoln's, your
mom's hirsute
I plugged up her farts
with my dick in her poop chute
Step to us, we'll strangle you
till you turn blue
We'll treat you like a
Japanese Jew in World War II
Instead of using bream cheese
your mom eats bagels n fetus
What does the hamburglar do?
he goes hamburgling!
I deuced in your penis, now
you have lockjaw
Now no longer can you dine on
fetuses, RAW
NOT ENOUGH MINERALS
NOT ENOUGH VESPENE GAS
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Pukin' Peter
they call me the pirate cuz with my penis i plunder
i put it in your mom's ass (there was shit) that was a blunder
your mom tried to freeze her farts so she could eat em on a stick
i had her close her eyes and shat in her brain (i'm slick)
your mom is so old, for prostitution she accepts barter
and for two bales of hay, you can do her in the farter
i'm a pillar of virility, i've sired many sons
my rhymes got more flavor than steamy pork buns
i've got a thirty foot penis, it's a part of my charm
and my favorite dish is stewed fetus arm
they call me the cowboy cuz i lasso chicks with my dick
you wanna try and touch it? oops you can't, it's too quick
your mom is such a skank she's been doing it since the cradle
now her deuce is so chunky you need to scoop it with a ladle
my penis is so long you can't measure it in miles
hey nice bathroom floor; i'm going to deuce all over the tiles
your mom is so fat, she wipes her ass with a quilt
and when i see her naked, my penis, it wilts
sometimes i fart, sometimes i deuce
and when i'm feeling lucky, both go in your mom's caboose
i really had to puke but i tried to hold it in
then i went in your mom's mouth (that's the badger, get in)
my bowels are gold mines, they keep producing deuce
i carry my favorite ones on my back, in a papoose
i farted so hard it had the energy of planck
now the human race is extinct, you've got my anus to thank
i'm hung like a tree, got more stick than scotch tape
and my anus is a dungeon from which only poo can escape
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Scrotum Pole
Doin hoes indiscriminate is my modus operandi
y'hear one line you'll hunger for more like Gandhi
I'm up in this piece like a puzzle with my dick in a bitch's muzzle
other puppies wanna nurse, they know where to nuzzle
with balls like these, I poop wherever I please
other MCs clinkin ice, I'm like antifreeze
I like to save my deuce for later viewing pleasure...
guf sucks
I saw your mom's anus, it was speckled with gold
cuz i jizzed in her mouth and she was pooping it out cold
some say i'm immature, but i've been fuckin since age two
i've done it in every room, on all the furniture just like clue
they call me colonel mustard cuz i leave my bitches yellow
something about a bitch with pee on her makes me bellow
you hear a tinkle tinkle, you'll know it's me at play
one time it got out of hand; there you have it, tokyo bay
your mom's old school like hiawatha
she warps my scrotum pole ...
fuck guf; he sucks
in order to do your mom, i have to aggrocrag it
and my penis is so long that i always have to drag it
and whenever i do your mom, i always double-bag it
because in case you didn't know she did it anal with bob saget
suckers on the scene spreading lies like chlamydia
full stop, truth drops, you knew i did your mom, didn't ya?
inspector gadget's got a lot of tools, none as big as mine
he says gogo gadget copter, i say gogo i fucked your mom in th'anus
guf sucks
sacrifice is my vice, i do human hecatombs
i use fetus hands as combs, when i drink pee i never
drink the foam--my erudition's stratuspheric, my farts atmospheric
i ate some poo and told the tale in epic lyric
other mcs rap tunes sound like rubbing balloons
but ours go gold like we're dubbing doubloons
your mom sucks so much penis, she's poopin out bone
and she abe lincolned so much, she looks like david the gnome
i've got more pole than a totem, firecrackers in my scrotum
i've got electric feng shui and i'll pingflood you like a modem
guf sucks; welcome to dick, guf.
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Poop for Pleasure
pukin, doody, barf, blood, shit
your dad doesn't wipe so that his dingleberries will ripen
but now he's gone too far, and his anushair looks like lichen
your mom wanted to suck my dick, so i made her say please
then i farted so much, her hair waved in the breeze
your mom was sucking my penis when i hit her with a mallet
needless to say, now she has a cleft palate
giving the mic some psychological abuse
make you shit your pants so hard your asscrack will turn obtuse
of the seven deadly sins, your mom died of lust
when my nuts into her butt i did thrust
they call me peter piper because i pickle my deuces
guf touched his own anus, and kheel drank the juices
if i were sonic, then your mom would be knuckles
she farts and she chuckles as your father she cuckolds
but the teat that she suckles is my pen fifteen
and that odor you smell is from when i farted on her spleen
my rhymes are beyond reproach, yo you can't rebuke this
and about your mom: she just drank a lot of my mucus
they call me the augur because i predicted your mom's future
it was this: i rammed her anus so hard, she had sutures
when i abe lincoln your mom, i only use shick quattro
because otherwise that shit is likely to be botched, yo
my jizz is so spicy, your mom's pooping out pepper
and i fucked her so hard, shit falls off like a leper
lemons to lemonade, i always do my best
like 1849 i'm gold rushing on your mom's chest
(where are my fucking lyrics?)
your mom is so lazy, to poop she don't get undressed
and if pee is holy water, she's very blessed
i'm a clean shaven lad, i've got a boyish charm
i jizzed out a fetus; there's a finger, there's an arm
doing your mom is taxing, because she isn't doody free
when you see my cock inflating, you might want to flee
they call me ups because it sounds like you peed in a nest
because that's what i did. oh wait, that was your mom's chest
the atlantic ocean, a quick history:
i filled it up, you piece of shit, with my pee
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I Dare You to Eat Doody
i'm more fertile than a flower, photosynthesize power
and your mom won't blame us when i pollenate her anus
yo this shit is sick, got plutonium in my sac
i could fuck your dog with one ball tied behind my back
bitches squirm when they learn the girth of my worm
but i only give them half, don't have time for long term
your mom lactates so much, i call her "dicktits"
and her anus is so stretched, both my cock and my balls fit
take a shit on a plate, your mom really tucks in
got kids hanging on my words like i was teddy ruxpin
you'd think it was halloween, as my balls are like pumpkins
and i only take shits when your mom's giving blumpkins
(chorus)
there's a dick in your mom's ass, and it's mine
there's a dick in your mom's ass, and it's mine
there's a dick in your mom's ass, and it's mine
there's a dick in your mom's ass... and it's mine
hark! whither go you, dick? your mom's ass again? i think so
yon dick be mine
i see a dick
sheathe thyself in your mother's anus
jizz thee well
baring my teeth, gonna take a bite out of rhyme
my lines work with time like lemon and lime
we got more g's than a crucifix
think those are yardsticks? fool! those be our dicks
there's never enough minerals when you need 'em
choking on my dick causes more deaths than antietam
your mom's face and ass have my favorite coordinates
for shooting and detonating yellow and brown ordnance
got so many dollars, my pockets got gangrene
and i just used your mom's mouth as a latrine
ill like smart's a sickness, we rap ridiculous
put my scrotum in your mom's palm, said, "bitch, tickle this"
your mom's throat is my toilet; my deuce always clogs it
saw your dad in the park, the fool was snacking on dogshit
i'm the rajah of rhyme, your dad's one of my eunuchs
i used to rap in latin, had romans crapping their tunics
they call me the snickers, i put my nuts in chocolate bitches
i don't wear pants, my cock's too big for its britches
don't be fooled, your mom don't have chicken pox
those are just bruises from being pummeled by my cocks
that's not herpes you feel, this track is just blazin'
my fart is brazen, and your balls will shrivel like raisins
your mom eats so much meat, she's almost got scurvy
and her anus is so wrecked, deuce comes out curvy
i strangled a fetus with its umbilicus
how do you say your mom in latin? "dickus lickus"
i joined the nra because my cock's an assault rifle
i jizz in rapid fire, super soaker's my disciple
your mom's like eel roll, warm and squishy inside
nigiri you gon' die when my chopsticks collide
(chorus)
there's a dick in your mom's ass, and it's mine
there's a dick in your mom's ass, and it's mine
there's a dick in your mom's ass, and it's mine
there's a dick in your mom's ass... and it's mine
(repeat!)
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Fuckin' (My Way)
it's monday, and i just fucked your mom
it's tuesday, and i just fucked your mom
it's wednesday, and i just fucked your mom
it's thursday, and i just fucked your mom
it's friday, and i just fucked your mom
it's saturday, and i just fucked your mom
it's sunday, and i fucked... your mom
when there's doody around, your mom eats it like a bitch
and she poops out so much corn, if i had a farm i'd be rich
my dick is so big when i'm dead i'll need two coffins
but i'll keep fucking your mom, at least until my dick softens
legend has it my dick is five cubits
i impregnated a whale, i've got the balls to prove it
i stapled a fetus to a car and drove on the highway
a dick in your mom's butt? now that's fuckin' my way
rockabye fetus, on the tree top
i pooped in your mom's butt, and she didn't say stop
i eat so much spice my deuce is hot like aa
i paid your mom five dollars, then she ate my kaka
they call me dunkin donuts cuz i leave my bitches chocolate glazed
where'd your mom's asshair go? your dad must have grazed
your mom's no vegan, she just ate my meat
i left a floater in the toilet to make the blumpkin complete
it's monday, and i just fucked your mom
it's tuesday, and i just fucked your mom
it's wednesday, and i just fucked your mom
it's thursday, and i just fucked your mom
it's friday, and i just fucked your mom
it's saturday, and i just fucked your mom
it's sunday, and i fucked... your mom
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