WOOSAH

This song is for angry white kids With too much testosterone and not enough bitches Yeah, ayy, uh Death to everybody, Criss Angel, make your soul levitate Tell her open wide, now she drinkin' piss like it's lemonade Woosah, shawty, come give me brain, let me meditate Decimate him after, I fold his body like figure eight Swing first, ask questions last, I don't take shit From a motherfucker, Saenchai, get hit with a head kick 86, pull off, XLR8 like I'm Ben 10 Red bottoms, no Louboutin's, guess what I stepped in? All that shit you talkin' fake, I can see through your posture Slackjaw, speakin' about me gon' need you a doctor Heads get to rollin' around like we playin' soccer She asked wanna fuck, I declined, but thanks for the offer Pause, wait just a minute, bitch, shut up, oh my god Bitch, I'm the shit, uh, he Charmin soft Axe hand morgan, put the steel up to his jaw Act up with me, fuck around, catch a charge One, two, three, pin him down, he's stuck 1v1, gun fight 'em, no Rust Re: Zero iced up, wrist on pump Shawty come blow this dick, Ms. Puff One, two, three, pin him down, he's stuck 1v1, gun fight 'em, no Rust Re: Zero iced up, wrist on pump Shawty come blow this dick, Ms. Puff