Both her lips so chapped now I got that clapped out walls blown out son don’t worry Son you got no worry these phonetics are stuck in your genetics you’re the next in line to be king to this crown so just sit down and gain this knowledge from off the tip of my dome that’s all it took to make your mom come had her rolling like the lyrics flowing from the tip of this tongue I’m just pro tipping you son just be more like your father fuck her and duck her with no rubber and when my life ends my fire will be passing on to you like your soul from my dick to you inside your mom when you were pro created like spit in a palm handshaking with the devil and one day son you’ll finally be able to write lyrics like this and torch it down like your father a real technical lyricist that’s how I knew your mom she was a hot Thott hanging outside of a hot topic when I was on a warpath machine gunning down these hoes just like these lyrics only before I had some quality control I had them all swallowing this flow and I know you can’t understand this now because your mom was just a come guzzler took more in than gas in a hummer back then she was like Vietnam so many black hawks down but Lucky me I hit The worlds worst lottery creating you from the charity of my dick was notorious like B.I.G. And you were my Donation when your mom only wanted me because of what I was spitting Still i laid her out Called her Dixie my little come dumpster she loved doing shit out in public making it a spectacle the way she was my sperm receptacle the way she was swallowing down the product Of my testicles Like Lindsay Lohan’s career she Blowing below my belt blowing my mind draining my brain Her tongues got finesse When she’s undressed my dick robin thick blurring lines Have your mom stripping In a drunken slurry about to fill her in like a pie a cummy slurry She try to ring me in But I’m just quick with she it took me in like sand Grip so tight she won’t let me out dick drowns death With no vows because my name is never on papers I’m from the south A.K.C. Official, no unregistered mutt No D.O.C. Number still locked inside your moms guts maybe learn some A.B.C.s Before you start talking to Me with all of that shit beg me to start Now you begging me to quit what’s the matter guess now we see eye to eye that I don’t need to write with ay eye and you can’t go toe to toe because I’m calculating and my whole world is made from Warcraft and there’s no repentance before the fire no holy matrimony your mom just a throwback I invaded her like quagmire but i’m Sorry for the stress It Must be complex post traumatic Life without a father it Must be dramatic Being the product of sin me and your mom Committed When she Moaning out and I had that Pussy puddling her body quaking shaking like seizure when my dick possessed her had her Eyes rolling back Stuck in this ecstacy while I was planning my escape you were the only mistake I made that night When I snuck out quite as church mouse scurried out Whenever she was sleeping she Should have known by the third round All the quickest kids had already bolted like usain and she digested them But she was so dick-no-tised With the fact that I was hung like Hussein it’s Just Another story in my triple x files I’m sorry I could never be your father But Don’t be so Melodramatic just smile be happy and Glow up like your mom Orgasmically have No schisms enjoy your life Like she did before she had any children and go out and create some more ya bastard ya Jon snow wanna be baller I’m Sorry son it’s just a game of thrones No homeopathic drip in the water Your father just a Psychopathic idiopath with these inconsistent idiosyncrasies Paranoid schizophrenic stuck in parenthesis Unsympathetic getting on Parasympathetic making you nervous now you ignoramus my lyrical systems Authentic it’s not synthetics Just pure synthesis and synchronicities Hypothetically they stay so cold it’s hypothermal stay obtuse My angles sharp while I’m Triangulating you squaring you out take over the block Then connect all four corners where your mom stays posted and Crisscross them Ex you out I solemnly swear I made her wet the bed again squirting like dolphin or fountain what can I say Im just a veteran and The nerve of all you thots Wanting me to let off Because I stay straight drilling it My little Dixie cup It’s almost time for my eruption wait what you Want a kid? (Bitch, you’re out of your mind) I’d rather you swallow or even spit it out getting all Persnickety Another snick snack Here comes the bandersnatch Locking me in those thighs forcing me to cum inside her wonderland like Alice blowing my load turned her insides into winter now I’m feeling like Mickey in fantasia I’m going to need a magic mop and bucket just to clean up all this come that she’s pouring out Now what do You want kid some Advice second story floor push her down twice and if that doesn’t work I’m sorry that’s the story of our lives phonetics is in your genetics you get
