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Heatseeker
Limeboiler

My grandma just died and that isn't a joke
Fell off my bike and I injured my scrote
Playin' Skullgirls with all hands shootin' ropes
I am not gay, I'm balls deep in the Pope
I started giggle, she tickled my weenie
Thought she wanted me, she wanted Dinne
She look like Salvador Dali, she screaming
I got lice, yeah, my pubis is teeming
I feel like Tyler when he made Oldie
My booty swampy, my b***hole moldy
Told her "you got so many holes, you holy"
My b*t*h Italian, my b*t*h is oily
She say she want me, hеr pu**y is dry
She said that I didn't smell, she liеd
Feel like an egg, I'm smoky and fried
She ate my a** and I started to cry

I'm on the track, smokin' crack
Drinkin' lean like I'm 2pac
I got money like I'm 2pac
Air Forces and they all black
Strapped with an AK and a gat
Tats on my neck and tats on my back
I'm smoking cocaine in a Hellcat
F**k that b*t*h and then give her a Big Mac
Dump that hoe 'cause her a** was too fat
Drop in the early morning like a rooster
I order a pint of lean at a Jamba Juice
Shot him in the face and I ain't feel bad
I conceal the pack and I drove real fast
and they peeled his head back
Shot him in the face with a dirty gat
Shot him up, bullets the size of a Tic Tac
When I was six years old I invented Bitcoin
Off of tour I bought a single joint
Getting double brain, this b*t*h conjoint
I'm in Ireland, the River Boyne
Again when I was six
I was in the clinic a lot
A clown posse came in
I pulled out my 9, they got shot
In the pen for ten years
Came out, recorded this song
Just downed ten beers
Now b*t*hes want my dong

I scream on these b*t*hes like I'm Zillakami
I jack off in skirts that your b*t*h done bought me
I be like faggots, you come [?]
You n***as got problems, I come with my ratchet
No [?], I go with the fashion, no [?], I go with the [?]
I bash these motherf**kin' [?]
Hadn't seen [?] what the f**k in the [?]
N***a got [?], he gon' need a medic
Adderall, uh
[?], they revolve, uh
I'm 21 Savage, you Twenty One Pilots
Go and try to fight it
I see you right through the iris
I don't really like that song no more
I don't really wanna f**k no w****
I don't really wanna [?] no w****
If you really got problems, I got the [?]
I got the [?], yeah, n***a you want it
If you really want it, I'm gonna box it
I'ma go on you n***as like [?]
I'ma go on you n***as like [?]
I'm Seth Rogen, I'm Seth Rogen
I'm with your hoe and she chokin'
I caught your hoe and she bolted, ah
I just wanna eat my chips
I just wanna know what you want
What do you want
I just wanna know what you need

Lime back with another verse
Spilled some ketchup on my shirt
D**k too hard, d**k hurt
Anime, spurt-spurt
Ahegao keyboard
Shawty like my length but I got too much girth, yuh
Got a Mac 11 on my desk
I did 9/11 and the rest
Went to 7/11 for some bread
Went to 7/11 for some head
Actually behind 7/11, there was a girl that I met there
Who sucked off my meat hairs
Now I'm lookin' like a hairless cat, what's up with that
That's weird
Now she want me to shave my beard but I like my beard
No cap
Feel like Young Thug, got a [?] on a race track
And I'm grabbin' on her a**, like smack-smack
She say she want me 'cause I look like the guy from Smash Mouth
Who ate all those eggs
I need a b*t*h who got no legs
I need a b*t*h who got no head
A Dullahan, specifically, with no legs
I'm with my mom, I help her with groceries
I hope y'all don't roast me
Everyone's gross to me
And I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm in Pennsylvania like Hershey
Please don't hurt me
I'm in school like learning
Doing crimes like Birdy
I don't know what time it is
I still don't know what time it is
Nobody will tell me what time it is
I just wanna know what time it is
I guess I'll just finish this first
I skrrt off in the hearse
I just stole somebody's purse
That won't be the first

*incoherent nonsense*

Pop filter off when I record this sh*t
Took her to the port, shot her, and I recorded it
Called the police and I panicked so I reported it
Put my DNA all over the weapon like right before the sh*t
I would buy a 'Rarri but I can't even afford the sh*t
I just got a child, I'm 'bout to contact an abortionist
Smokin' on that sticky icky, smellin' like some horse's sh*t
Had to get the f**k off Twitter, tired of that horny sh*t
Fifty on my waist and my watch, b*t*h, I'm drippin'
Out on the corner 'cause I'm motherf**kin' crippin'
Mama told me come inside the house but she was trippin'
Transgender drug dealer, I be water whippin'
Don't know anything except for estrogen in kitchens
Had to switch the flow because I forgot what rhymed with kitchens
And I'm with your grandpa's b*t*h lookin' at the pigeons
This verse was so bad but it's only 'cause of the mixin'

Give me big mouth Freddy Mercury
I'm in need of some aid, Freddy Mercury
Yeah, I'm lyin' in the court commitin' perjury
Yeah, you know that I'm gay like Freddy Mercury

coffee in my mug
place, stay up late
No wait, it's seven in the morning
make the most of the day
this year, I hope it's okay

Got [?] from the dark web
I think there's gum in it
Tried to buy a gun in the shop
I'm too retarded
but that sh*t exploded
Now there's a hole in my head
Try not to c*m in it

I just hotboxed a Hellcat with an Xbox 1 Series X
I don't know what to say after that, help
I just spoke to your girlfriend and we had sex
That last line was just not true
I don't know what to rhyme with sex
Motherf**kers told me to say flex
I just walked into Walmart and stole seven PS5s
They ask me where I got all these PS5s
I said I have a family of sixty-five
They said they understand why I'm holding seven PS5s
If motherf**kers do not stop staring at me, no one in this Walmart will be alive
If you want the Frog Bible 2021 edition hit my line
Wait, hold on, I gotta go p*ss real quick
I just got back from p*ssin'
There is someone tryna break into my kitchen
F**k all you, if you disagree with me I'm killing myself
She said she want [?] gravy, I told her I got it with my [?]
My dreams be weird as f**k like white Peter Griffin selling G Herbo some gas

No sabes con [?]
No sabes con quien
Yo no juegos esta [?]
Ni tampoco [?]
juegos puntacom
Super smash, thrash
Juegos en mi [?]
Give my girl [?] flash
Descargando [?]
Descargando dollar
Descargando [?]
Descargando casado
No sabes con quien te mete
No sabes con [?]
Si [?] en mi camino
Descarte los juegos en flash
Took a bunch of vyvanse
Made about five bands
F**ked your girl raw, now she's askin' me for five bands
I don't really get it 'cause I'm not even fertile
But she's servin' up my broth like a damn sea turtle
F**k, put your yeast on my D, stat
Hanging from my tree like a baby in a cot
Even when I die I don't think I'll f**kin' rot
Just met my [?] through [?] house

I wrote a [?] then I f**kin' go long
I said so long
And I smell [?] it's so strong
And I got five [?] on my song
Uh, they ridin' away like a [?]
Ten bands, yeah I know you see that sh*t
I'm fly like a phoenix
And I'm [?] like I'm droppin' a fetus
I just [?]
Just top tier, no they cannot defeat us
but they know that they need us
I ain't playin' no games, I ain't rockin' Adidas
Like a f**kin' sloth I might run to the f**kin' bag
You get smoked like a f**kin'-
You get smoked like a f**kin', sh*t
You get smoked like a f**kin' b*t*h
We gon' put your a** in a backwood
You get put in a f**kin' ditch
B*t*h I [?] on a switch
Yeah I [?] made you switch
You might need a couple of st**ches
a pitch
throw your a** off a bridge
No, I can't find sh*t in my fridge
Aimin' the Glock at your [?]
I made a hundred bands now I'm rich
Hundred bands, now I'm rich
I can't find sh*t in my fridge
Aimin' the Glock at your [?]
I made a hundred bands, now I'm rich
Hundred bands, now I'm rich

I need top from a b*t*h in some knee socks
I need sloppy from Vsauce
She suckin' me, her willy beatbox
I just took away my son's Leapfrog
I just sold K2 to the cake boss
He gave me cake to 'cause he bake lots
I said "Hey, thank you, Buddy Valastro"
He said "Lil Grip, it is no prob"
Then I robbed him for his fondant
Now his whole family's despondent
TLC is all out of content
Like what are we gonna do, we're gonna do Breaking Amish
Your girl look like a goblin, we have frequent correspondence
She doesn't call you when she's ovulating 'cause we in the crib makin' omelets

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