Can you stop saying f*** all the time?
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
Fuck you, how's that?
I'll eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast
Go fuck yourself
Shut.The.Fuck.Up
Fucking nigga
Fuck you
Fucking guy
Kiss my ass
Kiss his ass
Kiss your ass
Stupid bastard I can't fucking believe you
I always hit 'em with the hardcore
That raw triple X porn flow
Now I'm blowin' up
Like coke in a whores noes
I don't pay hookers
I just punch 'em in the torso
Blow a load up on they tits
And leave 'em with the doors closed
Lord knows I'm a crazy ass savage
And they used to laugh at it
Now they like "dagnabbit!"
Webby droppin' mother fuckers like a bad habit
Fuckin' like a jack rabbit
Grammar with mathematics and black magic
Speak wickedly leavin' they knees jittery
If they beef with-uh-me
Then they will leave lividly
Hit 'em in the head
'Til they stumble and see 6 of me
Then grab the chainsaw
From the back of the Jeep Liberty
Serving these punks
Bring an entree to ya'
I'm a sick mother fucker
Ask Sanjay Gupta
Maneuver like a Puma
While I'm killin' a track
I'm the best in the Burbs
And the kid is back
Why don't you go fuck yourself
Oh, ohhh
(laughs)
Fucking get wrecked
Can't believe what I just heard
Hey Spider, here
This is for you
Attaboy! I got respect for this kid
He's got a lot of fucking balls
Good for you!
Don't take no shit off nobody
Yeah, it's the phantom of the opera
With the handle of the vodka
King bitch
You can't hold a candle to Mufasa
Spittin' dope lava rockin' no Prada
Wear a wife beater
While I'm cunt-puntin' 'yo mama (what the fuck?)
'Cuz Webby fresher than a pack of Certs
Makin' sure none of my competition
Standin' afterwards
Cuz' I break challengers
Wanna be fake battlers
I'm drunk all day
With no shame, like Frank Gallagher
Bowser on my bicep
Baby I'm a villian
I'm a sick fuck
Usin' plastic silverware to kill 'em
Use a butter knife
Cut 'em up for 3 days
And feed your body parts
To my bichon frise
I'm too sick for any radio DJ
But still they turn it up
Run it back, and replay
Yeah, I guess I'm just a fuckin' nut case
So you can go fuck yourself for fuck sake
Yeah
It doesn't matter alright?
What's the fuckin' matter with you?
What - what is the fuckin' matter with you?
What are you, stupid or what?
Tommy, Tommy, I'm kidding with you
What the fuck are you doin'?
What are you, a fuckin' sick maniac?
How am I meant to know you're kidding?
What you mean, you're kidding?
You breaking my fuckin' balls?
I'm fuckin' kidding with you!
You fuckin' shoot the guy?
He's dead
Yeah, half these rappers turn soft
That is something that I'm not though
Singing love songs
And sippin' a macchiato
I'm grimey to the core
Always steady with a hot flow
Stay high rockin' my shades like Johnny Bravo
God knows that I got a few screws loose
And my buzz on the web
Is bigger than Bruce Bruce Suits
You poppin' Rosé
While I'm crackin' a fruit juice
And mixin' it with Absolut
Until I spew puke
I'm a serial killer
Webby preparing to kill 'em
I'm like Bundy
And I'm not talkin' Married with Children
Webby smackin' rap promoters
If they don't have the cash they owe us
On top of my cheese
Like lettuce, tomato, and capicola
Jack and soda let me puff my piff
They never seen this rap shit
Done like this
More often than not
They all love my shit
But if you're one of 'em
That doesn't you can suck my dick
What you got a problem with what I did anthony?
Fuckin' rat anyway
His family's all rats
He'll grow up to be a rat
You stupid bastard
I can't fuckin' believe you
Now, you're gonna dig the fuckin' thing now
You're gonna dig the hole
You're gonna do it
I got no fuckin' lime. You're gonna do it
Who the fuck cares?
I'll dig the fuckin' hole
I don't give a fuck
What is it, the first hole I dug?
Not the first time I dug a hole
I'll fuckin' dig a hole
Where are the shovels?
