Spittity spat
• Written by MuffinMan
You can pretend that your dad left when you were one
that you were your moms only son
but everyone knows you grew up wealthy
healthy, in a white family, took trips to Italy.
Man fuck your verse
it would put a dead man back in a hearse
im hustling the streets finding bitches and quench their thirst
My lyrics are a curse, and im brewing one for you thats the worst
Inspired by Em, Hop, and your mother
you try to spit flow but you'll only get smothered
Realize even your dick is too small to be measured
covered in tar and get feathered
Im done for now ya filthy goon
If you need me ill be somewhere balls deep in poon
Ill use my poon harpoon and go diving in the poon lagoon
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MuffinMan
Member since July 23 2015