7.Tron Cat
Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they
preferring us
Books on not giving a f＊ck, is what they referring us
Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous
And young enough to get the f＊cking priest to come and flirt
with us
You n＊ggas rap about f＊cking b＊tches and getting head
Instead I rap about f＊cking b＊tches and getting heads
While you n＊ggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby
I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
I f＊ck b＊tches with no permission and tend to hate shit
And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her
chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a
whore
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours
(Umbrella) I hate this, screaming f＊ck patience
Got a n＊gga shaking like the calmest f＊cking Haitian
After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
She running around this motherf＊cking dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one
Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system
Rape a pregnant b＊tch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a f＊cking death wish, I'm a genie it'll get done
Nice to meet you but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
B＊tch I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of
leeches
Rubber more than the f＊cking bottom of a sneaker
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