CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Yamaka
F**king Opposite Day, yeah, my heart beat slower
When we would hold hands in the back of lawn's mower
The blood pressure going to my p*n*s got lower, like some n***a kids testing for diplomas
Dreams about you spitting like a llama in the f**king Odd Futurama where your last name would be Okonma
And where you deepthroating different pieces, I'm sorry, but you're my fantasy, you're sicker than a herpe in a coma
This is what I'm known for
Ready? (Uh) We can get it hot and sweaty like a musty toaster in the posters of you on my wall with the mouth cut out
So I have paper cuts on my balls by the f**king time that I pull out
Life is what you sh*t out
'Cause if I can't have you in the right way, I'm going left, and I doubt that that's a good route
Pleasure's either or, so if you're not a w****, it's no worries, I can kill you and masturbate with your blouse (Scream)
Go ahead, scream, shout
'Twas was the night before we made love, not a creature was breathing, not even a damn mouse
'Twas was the night before we made love, not even a damn mouse
(Scream)
Alright
Hello, I'm Wolf, not even on any raping sh*t, 'cause there's a million f**king ways that I can make you take this d**k
Make you sick, and force you in a long term relationship
And with that said, let's begin with head, you brainy b*t*h
Three sixes like Gacy D**k diary, I got a bunch of kids inspiring to be an athiest
I'm hiring a bunch of f**king demons to do crazy sh*t
It's tiring when all these f**king Christians are just hating sh*t (The irony)
Um, what's to live for? Ten w****s?
Canon Cams to film hardcore p*** in the back of Supreme Stores?
Skateboard with four more n***as in the same sh*t?
Cult lead this earth, with the same n***as I came with
Bang with the Wolf Gang, f**k trust, 'cause in the end you'll find out you've all been f**king the same b*t*h
And that's life, motherf**king thrust her sh*t
Life's a b*t*h, I'm just trying to find a trunk to lock her in
Damn
When we would hold hands in the back of lawn's mower
The blood pressure going to my p*n*s got lower, like some n***a kids testing for diplomas
Dreams about you spitting like a llama in the f**king Odd Futurama where your last name would be Okonma
And where you deepthroating different pieces, I'm sorry, but you're my fantasy, you're sicker than a herpe in a coma
This is what I'm known for
Ready? (Uh) We can get it hot and sweaty like a musty toaster in the posters of you on my wall with the mouth cut out
So I have paper cuts on my balls by the f**king time that I pull out
Life is what you sh*t out
'Cause if I can't have you in the right way, I'm going left, and I doubt that that's a good route
Pleasure's either or, so if you're not a w****, it's no worries, I can kill you and masturbate with your blouse (Scream)
Go ahead, scream, shout
'Twas was the night before we made love, not a creature was breathing, not even a damn mouse
'Twas was the night before we made love, not even a damn mouse
(Scream)
Alright
Hello, I'm Wolf, not even on any raping sh*t, 'cause there's a million f**king ways that I can make you take this d**k
Make you sick, and force you in a long term relationship
And with that said, let's begin with head, you brainy b*t*h
Three sixes like Gacy D**k diary, I got a bunch of kids inspiring to be an athiest
I'm hiring a bunch of f**king demons to do crazy sh*t
It's tiring when all these f**king Christians are just hating sh*t (The irony)
Um, what's to live for? Ten w****s?
Canon Cams to film hardcore p*** in the back of Supreme Stores?
Skateboard with four more n***as in the same sh*t?
Cult lead this earth, with the same n***as I came with
Bang with the Wolf Gang, f**k trust, 'cause in the end you'll find out you've all been f**king the same b*t*h
And that's life, motherf**king thrust her sh*t
Life's a b*t*h, I'm just trying to find a trunk to lock her in
Damn
