Letra $uicideboy$ – Vietnam
Who said that? Who the f*** said that? Who’s the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here, who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy fuc*** godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing! I will P.T. you all until you fuc*** die!
Uh
This a $crim beat
Uh, digging for all the facts, uh
Ruby da Cherry, yah
DJ $crim with that 808
You can catch me chillin’ with the polar bears
Bogus, fuc*** jokes on us sucka punch
Dat D.A.R.E sweatshirt wearing mothafucka $crim
Scarier Rick Flair, been there done jack
Sack full of cash
Backpack of hash
Grab that stash and dash
There ain’t never a clash
Rip a flash
Swallow ya soul through a flask
Grab that mask and never look back
Black plague sick
Oh wait I meant to say slick
Pissin’ on his missin’ Mrs
(yeah, uh)
Dippin’ the tip in the grip
And sippin’ glory, tippin’ Maury
It’s a fuckin’ secret story
Kinda boring, yeah
Uh
Stormin’ in the southeast
Shit it’s really pourin’
But I’m snorin’
Hit the alarm clock
While my stocks in farm blocks
Gets hot, like a pot
On the fuckin’ stove oven top
Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and f*** my sister. You little scumbag! I’ve got your name! I’ve got your ass!
($lick $loth, Work!)
Ridin’ solo, through Kyoto with four hoes
I’m a no-show
For more shows, wanna tango
Drinkin’ Faygo, maybe mango
Got a tan ho, couple tan bros
Make a fan go, to the van ho
F*** her mouth till the tears start pourin’ out
I’m just chillin’ eating pizza in a foreign house
Quiet as a mouse, plottin’ on a spouse
Whats this all about? I don’t even know
Only thing I know is that I’m throwed
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sippin’ and spillin’
Villians is chillin’
Eatin’ on children
It’s Scrimmy the villain
Got penicillin
Munchin on Chili’s
Pop a few willies
Pop a few pillies (bleurgh!)
Bite a few titties
With my homeboy Timmy
Grippin’ on semis
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
–exactly three fuc*** seconds to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! One! Two! Three!
Sir, I can’t help it, sir!
Bullshit! Get on your knees, scumbag!
This is my rifle! This is my gun!
This is for fighting! This is for fun!
