lirik lagu joey_broey_ – eating nathan’s ass.mp3
nathaniel: joe look like a giraffe, neck so long you can’t graph, i laugh at his forehead as i break bread with tha homies, don’t hold me back as i roast his a… nah keep it pg dont quote me when i say ima better k!lla then oj you better pray before i come for you too evan, at the 7~11 send you to heaven after i roast you like h~ll ring the bell, i’m done, round one, take the gun, and go kys bruh
joe: nathan gonzales tryin to come at me with all this smoke, but he a little b~tch all he do is jab and poke. his hair cut look like he spent 2.99, thinkin bout doing mrs lucas all in a big 69. his d~ck the size of a mother f~cking cheeto. no one likes u, u like a mother f~cking mosquito. n~gga u been wearing the same shoes since fifth grade, u probably watch my little poney and play bay blade. and u really think u cool as f~ck, let me tell u, u look like u take a sh~t standing straight up. and after takin a sh~t u don’t wipe that flat ass. one white n~gga coming up, thats the forecast!!
cooking this little n~gga up, call me a chef. he ain’t sushi, nah he a chicken. u gonna catch me on a private jet. roasting this white n~ggas ass in this stoopid ass school, someone shoulda told u not to mess wit me or you’ll look like a fool. i dont need no beat, my bars go harder than old concrete. i know u nathan, u probably wet ur sheets. when u nut it comes out all yellow and nasty. u whiter than white u probably came from tallahasse. let me tell u, that u look like a muppet. always have something up ur ass just like a puppet. don’t play wit me little boy or u’ll kick the bucket. ill come to ur funeral tho just p~ss on ur grave, ull probably smell better tho cause my p~ss is on that new wave
nathaniel: d~mn, they call you cute brown toes but you ain’t got hoes with that big nose, who knows what act you do at the show cause you a clown, don’t frown cause you losing and everyone booing, its fine if you can’t rhyme, ain’t funny, nose runny from all that cryin you doing, fantasizing about mrs lucas, tryna hit, but does she know that it ain’t big. got the new shoes on ya feet to hide the smell you can’t repel from all that sweatin you doin, i’m chewin you out you ain’t got no clout, your hair almost reach the moon, i bet you go on zoom to hit on some kindergartners cause your vocab is elementary, stop tryna roast me and not expect the most from me when i cr~p on your weak lyrics, yea you hear it. now sit down and behave as i p~ss on the grave (yes i stole that bar) of ya moma and auntie i’m bangin for money, no one can stop me, cause i’m in tha hot seat
joe: hold up hold up hold up cuz….ever since i came here the mood done switched up, nathan long and skinny needs to shower, its called a cleanup. thinking he a fast runner but he always runner~up. hold up hold up i ain’t done this is just the windup. don’t be a little b~tch why don’t u stand up. tell me when u go through p~b~rty, and u get all grownup. but when u an adult i know how’ll u’ll be. hiding out in ur bas~m~nt beating ur meat to some child p~rnography. then i know he’ll shaves his belly and giggle when he farts. be my little white slave cause im the master of poetic arts
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