Couch歌詞

Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Lucky seven probably poppa
Little ***** so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple fact: you rather wack
While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
So high you could see like Ta***hass, the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of s***n
So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
The Gang of Wolves that creeps in crypts
As deep as Dawson's Creek and s**t
I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
Braggin' tell these f****ts to stop naggin'
Cause them Wolf Gang ****** threw them off the bandwagon like
Uh, was always ****** up as s**t with it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you ****** nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
******' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they ******' blast with the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
And treat the beat like sanitized n**i p***ies, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad ***** platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
So b*****s hate to do me like it's convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a ******' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this *****
I'm back on my sixty six sick s**t
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
She mad as ****, stuck in the back of a black Acura
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh
***** you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with s***n from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter
Oughta eat the ***** with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed off her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the s**t
******' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you ******
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the c******s of Kelly Clarkson's ****
Ironin' you ****** now it's time to starch the s**t
Drown your ***** in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find Earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Get the Zippo and spark the s**t
Hop back in the van and then depart the *****
Killed him on his own track, the f****t shouldn't have started it