CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Nsync
I haven't beaten my meat in three days, f*ck
I'ma turn up on bitches, haha
Mathias
Gene Simmons, on murder she Kiss
Glock spit, like it came with a lisp
Pissed off, bitch, I'm hot like a flick
Washed up, boy, your ass could get wrist
In a bad 'lationship, it keep squirting on me like squid
Don't hit up my line if your p*ssy smelling like fish
I aim at his feet and I tell him, "dance like disco"
Go fitted and kill it, posted in front of your crib
Like, yip-yip
Tell her to ride on my dick like Appa, your mistress
Don't like that white bitch, she like Madonna, like Olay
He want the bullshit, the ones in power just One-Punch
I like this shit, bitch, just like Saitama, I
Up the beam up to his scalp like sci-fi
Insert dick in swift then he go bye-bye
Ghost Recon, the rifle came with eyesight
All you rappers tight remote like tye dye
Stop the drop and let heads, roll
You get taxed if you test, though
Get your shot, let that TEC blow
Watch you vanish like presto
Knick knack patty whack, give a bone
Ten cent, when I ride with the cho
Ben 10, heat blast at his dome
Fed-Ex, bring that smoke to his home
(Ay hold up, f*ck you, you, you and your momma suck dick behind the dumpster)
Gene Simmons, on murder she Kiss
Glock spit, like it came with a lisp
Pissed off, bitch, I'm hot like a flick
Washed up, boy, your ass could get wrist
In a bad 'lationship, it keep squirting on me like squid
Don't hit up my line if your p*ssy smelling like fish
I aim at his feet and I tell him, "dance like disco"
Go fitted and kill it, posted in front of your crib
I'ma turn up on bitches, haha
Mathias
Gene Simmons, on murder she Kiss
Glock spit, like it came with a lisp
Pissed off, bitch, I'm hot like a flick
Washed up, boy, your ass could get wrist
In a bad 'lationship, it keep squirting on me like squid
Don't hit up my line if your p*ssy smelling like fish
I aim at his feet and I tell him, "dance like disco"
Go fitted and kill it, posted in front of your crib
Like, yip-yip
Tell her to ride on my dick like Appa, your mistress
Don't like that white bitch, she like Madonna, like Olay
He want the bullshit, the ones in power just One-Punch
I like this shit, bitch, just like Saitama, I
Up the beam up to his scalp like sci-fi
Insert dick in swift then he go bye-bye
Ghost Recon, the rifle came with eyesight
All you rappers tight remote like tye dye
Stop the drop and let heads, roll
You get taxed if you test, though
Get your shot, let that TEC blow
Watch you vanish like presto
Knick knack patty whack, give a bone
Ten cent, when I ride with the cho
Ben 10, heat blast at his dome
Fed-Ex, bring that smoke to his home
(Ay hold up, f*ck you, you, you and your momma suck dick behind the dumpster)
Gene Simmons, on murder she Kiss
Glock spit, like it came with a lisp
Pissed off, bitch, I'm hot like a flick
Washed up, boy, your ass could get wrist
In a bad 'lationship, it keep squirting on me like squid
Don't hit up my line if your p*ssy smelling like fish
I aim at his feet and I tell him, "dance like disco"
Go fitted and kill it, posted in front of your crib
