lirik lagu coast – haha
you punks dumb, i just humped the c-m dumpster
busted up her grill like front bumpers on a junk clunker
sweet whip chirping gears with a speed chip
leak lit hanging out the window like a freak rick
peep sh-t, look at shorty with the sweet t-ts
i hope she got a fat -ss and she need d-ck
i smash sk-nks then i make um fill my gas tank
i got a fat hairy d-ck and my -ss stank
i don’t take baths, maybe twice a week
pizon, baked clams and a slice of piz
rice and beans if i’m chilling with the papi fam
taking vodka shots, box knocking johnny cash
yeah i’m c-cky man, i got enough reasons
cuz you could get duffed out and snuffed for just breathing
pretend f-cks, your friends suck
i’m fly, flashy and large like a benz truck
haha hahahaha
i’m laughing at these mothaf-cking clowns haha
he’s a pr-ck, he’s an -ssh0l- ha
i wish this mothaf-cker would just drop dead, gone
[2x]
i’m bent up in a bar getting stupid wrecked
got the whiskey d-ck, hit her with the stupid s-x
d-mn me nuts, you rolling with some manly sl-ts
who sucked enough nut up to stuff up the stanley cup
your wh0r- b-tch was tryna f-ck so i tossed it
her p-ssy stunk like a bag full of dog sh-t
doped up to the world feeling so numb
you know your life sucks when you fail at what you don’t love
they told me i should f-ck myself, told um don’t speak
and when it’s hard it don’t bend, soft it don’t reach
i’ll loaf your headie chief, like you’s was jerry’s niece
and put the bl–dy blade back in my machete sheath
i’m all ?? growed, with a ghetto hoe
who suck d-ck and buck kids, let the metal blow
you soft kids and your tracks is all violin
you don’t know us and you rap on long island
(hook)
get handled, dismantled
you f-ck with war horse you get trampled
the don dotted the chief, rocking the biggest school
they speak hard then i meet um it’s a different tool
the snub miss you up close, the pump hit you
that doesn’t work then i hit you with a scud missile
i’m an awful young pr-ck with a hung c-ck
that’s why these f-ckers on my d-ck like a young dot
they want to live like us and do rap sh-t
and hang around the young b-tch with some fat t-ts
i spit raw, it’s pure dope in a fiend’s veins
and i do it underground like a 3 train
he’s strange but he say what we all thinking
each day i sweat buckets til my b-lls’ stinking
gotta hustle hard homie, i don’t trip never
if life’s a b-tch i ain’t f-cking with that b-tch ever
(hook)
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu flenn – one shot #2
- lirik lagu michale graves – american psycho
- lirik lagu barbatuques – tanto tom
- lirik lagu jl of b. hood – no chill
- lirik lagu siedd – i’ll just be me
- lirik lagu nada surf – new bird
- lirik lagu prosevere – glory
- lirik lagu iggy pop – love will tear us apart
- lirik lagu armageddon (room service) – bout this
- lirik lagu maleik dion – inbredmoneyfiends