Soundclash Master (Cover) (Remast… x I go boom with my lips in between… (Mashup) (Remastered)

Opening with chaotic satanic chanting layered atop pounding drums and erratic tempo shifts, the track explodes into funky rap verses marked by heavy cowbell, wah guitar riffs, and bouncing retro synths, German trap hi-hats stutter beneath bursts of didgeridoo drones and surreal farm animal samples, The groove keeps a boogie-driven, unpredictable energy cresting through breakdowns, bringing wild, genre-bending contrasts to every section

V5.5

(Hey, hey, hey)  
(Woah, woah, woah)  
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)

I’m just hey hello hi as a k-k-kite (it’s white)  
High as fuck on meth, toothless too (what’s new)  
My worm would love to meet your throat (don’t choke)  
I go boom with my lips, boom with my lips  
Boom with my lips on her labia clitoris

If our world wants peace everyone needs a pie (WHY)  
Pies need a pan and an oven too (WHAT)  
Then you need someone who knows (WHO)  
How to make food and a knife to cut the pieces (DUDE)  
What good is a pie without a pie hole (yo bro)  
I go boom with my lips in between her hips  
Boom with my lips, boom with my lips

Me and my baby are doing just fine  
Nothing but cuddling and black fucking eyes  
And if she ever lies to me again, I will kill her  
Or I’ll go boom with my lips on her clitoris  
Boom, boom, boom, boom  
I go boom, boom, boom, boom  
Then I eat her dead eggs, roll around in her butt  
Sloppy, sloppy mud, holy shit—she just took a piss

I’m just a sexy off-hander  
Cut off your hands, a man, put ’em in a blender  
Just like O. J. Simpson, I’m number one kun-tender  
Got my hymen trophy, I’ll do it for free  
While you drink my P outta my d-i-c-k, dickhead  
Oh yes my wee wee, 1, 2, 3, 4  
No for free, for a fee, pay me

She shoulda told me the other day  
She had a sex change and she’s not even gay  
I went boom with my lips on what I thought was a clitoris  
But boom with my lips, it was leftovers of a man’s dick—oh my God  
Your butt beaver means nothing to me  
Something I can live without  
So I’m getting my weiner turned inside out

My lyrics may not rhyme  
I took my Glock (GLOCK) to execute a clock (SEE)  
Took a walk to the AM/PM just trying to kill time (KILL TIME)  
But I slipped on a dollar (DOLLAR), now I’m doing a dime (DIME)  
If you fart on a flame you’re playing with fire  
Gaslighting’s all fun and games  
’Til the flames travel up your butt, burn your soul, taint, and back of your nuts

Butt sex is causing me too much pain  
So I’m getting a subterranean sex change  
Your butt beaver means nothing to me  
I can do without, turn my weiner inside out  
Then you can go boom with your lips, boom with your lips  
Boom with your lips on my male clitoris  
Lube up your finger, fuck it, lube up the wrist  
Lube up your forearm just like this

Now I’m high as hell and limp as a rope (no joke)  
My pleasure legion to the flag of the—  
I have no idea where this song goes (ahhh)  
I think I totally missed the fork in the road (nooo no no)  
But you still go boom with your lips, boom with your lips  
On my labia, on my male clit, on my soul when it’s split  
Boom with your lips, boom with your lips—

(Hey, hey, hey)  
We just boom ’til we black out, boom ’til we pass out  
Punch me in the prostate until I pass out  
Boom with my lips, boom with your lips  
Two freaks, one track, and we never tap out.

2899/7500

(Hey, hey, hey) (Woah, woah, woah) (Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) I’m just hey hello hi as a k-k-kite (it’s white) High as fuck on meth, toothless too (what’s new) My worm would love to meet your throat (don’t choke) I go boom with my lips, boom with my lips Boom with my lips on her labia clitoris If our world wants peace everyone needs a pie (WHY) Pies need a pan and an oven too (WHAT) Then you need someone who knows (WHO) How to make food and a knife to cut the pieces (DUDE) What good is a pie without a pie hole (yo bro) I go boom with my lips in between her hips Boom with my lips, boom with my lips Me and my baby are doing just fine Nothing but cuddling and black fucking eyes And if she ever lies to me again, I will kill her Or I’ll go boom with my lips on her clitoris Boom, boom, boom, boom I go boom, boom, boom, boom Then I eat her dead eggs, roll around in her butt Sloppy, sloppy mud, holy shit—she just took a piss I’m just a sexy off-hander Cut off your hands, a man, put ’em in a blender Just like O. J. Simpson, I’m number one kun-tender Got my hymen trophy, I’ll do it for free While you drink my P outta my d-i-c-k, dickhead Oh yes my wee wee, 1, 2, 3, 4 No for free, for a fee, pay me She shoulda told me the other day She had a sex change and she’s not even gay I went boom with my lips on what I thought was a clitoris But boom with my lips, it was leftovers of a man’s dick—oh my God Your butt beaver means nothing to me Something I can live without So I’m getting my weiner turned inside out My lyrics may not rhyme I took my Glock (GLOCK) to execute a clock (SEE) Took a walk to the AM/PM just trying to kill time (KILL TIME) But I slipped on a dollar (DOLLAR), now I’m doing a dime (DIME) If you fart on a flame you’re playing with fire Gaslighting’s all fun and games ’Til the flames travel up your butt, burn your soul, taint, and back of your nuts Butt sex is causing me too much pain So I’m getting a subterranean sex change Your butt beaver means nothing to me I can do without, turn my weiner inside out Then you can go boom with your lips, boom with your lips Boom with your lips on my male clitoris Lube up your finger, fuck it, lube up the wrist Lube up your forearm just like this Now I’m high as hell and limp as a rope (no joke) My pleasure legion to the flag of the— I have no idea where this song goes (ahhh) I think I totally missed the fork in the road (nooo no no) But you still go boom with your lips, boom with your lips On my labia, on my male clit, on my soul when it’s split Boom with your lips, boom with your lips— (Hey, hey, hey) We just boom ’til we black out, boom ’til we pass out Punch me in the prostate until I pass out Boom with my lips, boom with your lips Two freaks, one track, and we never tap out.

0/500