Peter Griffin
• Written by WhitePlague
You tell me a story, don't stick to it.
I'm sick of it, you hypocrite.
I'm a stick of dynamite and the wick is lit.
Do you wanna die tonight bitch flip the switch.
"Did you just hear what this kid did?"
How the fuck didn't this kid get rich?!
I trigger flick 'cause I'm liquor-sick
Off of licorice 'cause I mix the hits.
Sniffin shit just to fix the itch.
Or could it be the pills I slipped in it?
You're gettin' hit with the quickest fist.
As I'm spittin' fits to this pimpin' shit.
I have a thicker bitch and a quicker wit.
Here's the picture, bitch. Are you gettin' it?
Fuckin' this beat like my dick's in it.
Call the paramedics, this gig is sick.
I'll put your ass out while my spliff is lit.
Puffin' on that fuckin' Peter Griffin shit.
Tectonic plates could shift to this.
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WhitePlague
Member since January 8 2015