Bink
This that f*ck shit that'll make yo mom cry
You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die
Ya this that f*ck shit make you look up in the sky
And just scream at the top of your lungs, god
Why?
But what do I know, I'm just gangster
Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger
Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger
Imma f*cking yank your soul out with a hanger
Took a spooky dookie
Imma shit up on yo pookie
Got a big fat f*cking booty
And my prostate getting loopy
I'm bulimic and I'm puking
Ya I hope this shit go smoothly
After I cook up my soupy
I be feeling kinda goofy, uh
This that f*ck shit that'll make yo mom cry
You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die
Ya this that f*ck shit make you look up in the sky
And just scream at the top of your lungs, god
Why?
But what do I know, I'm just gangster
Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger
Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger
Imma f*cking yank your soul out with a hanger
Bink
Bink
Bink
Bink
Thugs don't cry
Even when they gotta shit
Thugs don't try
They just always be legit
Contortion - SPOOKY DOOKIE Lyrics
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Bink
This that f*ck shit that'll make yo mom cry
You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die
Ya this that f*ck shit make you look up in the sky
And just scream at the top of your lungs, god
Why?
But what do I know, I'm just gangster
Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger
Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger
Imma f*cking yank your soul out with a hanger
Took a spooky dookie
Imma shit up on yo pookie
Got a big fat f*cking booty
And my prostate getting loopy
I'm bulimic and I'm puking
Ya I hope this shit go smoothly
After I cook up my soupy
I be feeling kinda goofy, uh
This that f*ck shit that'll make yo mom cry
You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die
Ya this that f*ck shit make you look up in the sky
And just scream at the top of your lungs, god
Why?
But what do I know, I'm just gangster
Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger
Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger
Imma f*cking yank your soul out with a hanger
Bink
Bink
Bink
Bink
Thugs don't cry
Even when they gotta shit
Thugs don't try
They just always be legit
This that f*ck shit that'll make yo mom cry
You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die
Ya this that f*ck shit make you look up in the sky
And just scream at the top of your lungs, god
Why?
But what do I know, I'm just gangster
Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger
Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger
Imma f*cking yank your soul out with a hanger
Took a spooky dookie
Imma shit up on yo pookie
Got a big fat f*cking booty
And my prostate getting loopy
I'm bulimic and I'm puking
Ya I hope this shit go smoothly
After I cook up my soupy
I be feeling kinda goofy, uh
This that f*ck shit that'll make yo mom cry
You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die
Ya this that f*ck shit make you look up in the sky
And just scream at the top of your lungs, god
Why?
But what do I know, I'm just gangster
Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger
Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger
Imma f*cking yank your soul out with a hanger
Bink
Bink
Bink
Bink
Thugs don't cry
Even when they gotta shit
Thugs don't try
They just always be legit
Writer: Betel Geuse
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