Stunt Surf

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O-o-ok
I got this gun hanging in my pocket
Poke eyes out of your sockets
If you test me you will fail
Because im known to raise hell
Yes im bad, you last, im in her ass
Like trash, keep talking smack, get whacked
Im talking real [s] [n]
Blood affiliate [n]
Mess with me and you're done, might put a fork in you
I'll take every raw meat served on the dinner menu
We fast food eating like taco bell and McDonalds
Dive in that [p] and swim in that [b] with my goggles
Split necks where you can't see them like a V-Neck
We make real money, y'all need a reality check
Bars strapped across your neck like a suit and a tie
I'll smack you with the hand i type with, internet design
Vanessa pass the blunt and light another one
Im the best rapper ever, y'all [n]s runner ups
Haha, chicken breasts slap you parallel
Just like an equals sign, except im not equal
I wish you would [b], drown you in a wishing well
Be careful what you ask for, I might just give you hell
Haha, hell yeah, smack you with a full dose of medication
[f] with me and i'll mess around and turn this to Final Destination
Catch you while you're unaware like the Grim Reaper
Murder snoop clutch in a rap battle, they called me white beater
Not the one with no sleeves though, so don't be eased
She free the beast, Amen, now she's pleased
Haha, yeah, mutha[f] your mother, and mutha[f] your sister
[f] your baby mama and your [f]ing babysitter
Ughhhh, boy I hope you swallow my bullets and don't spit
Im the hardest [s], I clogged up 20 toilets
Because I got that flow that leaves your speech impediment
Smell cooked throw up on the beaches murdered evidence
Im crazy, and i might end up destroying a whole settlement
Look me in my face and admit im the best, and you can settle in
As I drop a G40 grenade bomb on top of Kim Kardashians
Fat ass that endowered the grenade so I popped a molly on top
Of the fat ass and didn't stop stabbing until I saw the fake ass pop
Chicken nuggets smack you across your face for a sunday lunch
I'll smack you a couple hand grenades for dinner to go with your brunch
I got a hunch that something is not right like Mick's right ear
After it got bitten off but not by tyson, it was by another peer
That at the time I was too young to identify
So I couldn't comprehend the [s] that pops you up high
After you take a handful of cheerios and set it on top of the table
Reading a novel that comes around and snaps your [f]ing cable
So a whole bunch of G grand grenades are landing and destructing
As I leave a hell bent fury that keeps constructors constructing
Thats when I instruct my kamekaze's to crash into a tall building
In your home town buffalo as im kameha'ing the kids that were missing
After suddenly we heard them talking about freddy in their nightmares
I was scared as [f] trying to figure out why childish children are trying to interfere
With my life of murdering rappers like Snoop clutch and keyyon
Don't [f] with an affiliate of the gang owned by aetion
Because i'll mess around and skin you and then wear it at thanksgiving
As im saying thanks to the gracious lord for giving me energy
To burst through like the sun and murder everybody that ever [f]ed with me
 
 
Amen.

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