
Temu Tate Funeral R.I.P
[Intro] Ladies and Gentleman we are gathered here today for the funeral and eulogy of this piss boy fuck face soap dropper g bitch, Let us piss on his grave! Hey Punk, Round 2 LETS GO!!! G man (GAY man) Teemu Tate, G man (GAY man) Teemu Tate Ain’t got no Bugatti u jus a fugazi Ain’t got no Bugatti u jus a fugazi Golden piss boy, Out here humpin legs beggin fo attention, like a bum with a cup in his hand, Hey yo look my name is g man my home ain’t got no heating man, Please piss on me to warm me, Give me dat golden warm bubbly, Right on my big ass forehead, Yum yum I done drink it up, Cause I’m demented n fucked up, G boy to quote you pussy boi pussy boi, head dun look like a light bulb, hmmmmm hears a idea why don’t you go stick yo finger in the electrical socket n see if dat big ass dome dun light up, bulbhead bitch ass maybe we get lucky n you get fried up, No one dun like you, u hella delusional Fucking ugly too, the last time I dun saw something like you was at da park, It was a dog takin a shit, (bitch) Talk about yourself in the third person straight going full R Tard, you make me sick like you actually believe your legit, Just fuckin cringe, lookin at your antics makes me feel shame for you, First time in my life I’ve pitied a fool, I hear your from Romania?, Ayyyyyyy, Transylvania home of Dracula he out there suckin blood you in dem Forrest’s suckin cock (what da fuck) Dirty ass mutha fucka, do us all a favour pop a cyanide pill or look into euthanasia dun help turn all our frowns upside down, Silly boy, g boy, rent boy, to earn money you probably someone’s fuck boy, I dun told you before fuck outta here, U dun got nuked again, These bars are free think of em as charity watch em n study em, Go get some skill cause yo bitch ass ain’t got no game or talent, just a mark ass punk frontin n hella cappin, Fuck off somewhere else n do your yappin, Tell me why does yo voice in all yo songs sound like you gettin a rectal examination, Put away yo rubber gloves ya sick fuck, (LISTEN!) Better yet tie a weight to your ankle and go jump in a lake, struggle struggle bye bye it’s over, Took ya months to clap back wit dat garbage ya dun spat, jus sad, a kid wit a crayon could do better man, I was in ma own lane minding ma business, but ya threw up da signal lookin for trouble so ima answer like my names batman, dun got out ma chair to rise to the occasion n fuck your bitch ass up n let everyone know you jus a poor man’s joker, (lame ass sucka) Your fake ass out here gettin bodied more times than sum one in W - W - E (loser) Now you skender, you fucked up n creepy call yourself Slender, fake as hell like Splenda, nothing but a chump change cock sucka, Golden piss boy, I told you before I’ll say it again, fill the bath tub with water jump in wit a toaster, hasta la vista bitch ass mutha fucka!!!! Fuck g man N Fuck anyone dat rolls wit him, FUCK OUTTA HERE BITCH!!!!!!!!

