Bruh
Fart
Wocky slush
Vine Boom
I hate the blacks and i hate the spics too
Ima Build that damn wall what the f*ck yall gon' do
Get the mexicans out yea that is the damn plan
Try to get over ill hit em with spray cans
Ay man
Selling them children for raybands
Dug his own grave no shovel just hands
Gas all the jews my grandad was hitler
Pick up the wrapper you know we don't litter
I'm killing dogs and i'm f*cking a cracker
I'm whipping my slaves just like they got blacker
Cooka da meatball call me italian
We used a small army there goes battalion
My dick is small calling me zipperhead
Cousin stole my food and i had just left him dead
Ate my ex out in the back of her civic
Write a review like i'm a food critic
Ay bro why the beat cut off?
That was it?
I could've gone way harder in that bitch
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Bruh
Fart
Wocky slush
Vine Boom
I hate the blacks and i hate the spics too
Ima Build that damn wall what the f*ck yall gon' do
Get the mexicans out yea that is the damn plan
Try to get over ill hit em with spray cans
Ay man
Selling them children for raybands
Dug his own grave no shovel just hands
Gas all the jews my grandad was hitler
Pick up the wrapper you know we don't litter
I'm killing dogs and i'm f*cking a cracker
I'm whipping my slaves just like they got blacker
Cooka da meatball call me italian
We used a small army there goes battalion
My dick is small calling me zipperhead
Cousin stole my food and i had just left him dead
Ate my ex out in the back of her civic
Write a review like i'm a food critic
Ay bro why the beat cut off?
That was it?
I could've gone way harder in that bitch
Fart
Wocky slush
Vine Boom
I hate the blacks and i hate the spics too
Ima Build that damn wall what the f*ck yall gon' do
Get the mexicans out yea that is the damn plan
Try to get over ill hit em with spray cans
Ay man
Selling them children for raybands
Dug his own grave no shovel just hands
Gas all the jews my grandad was hitler
Pick up the wrapper you know we don't litter
I'm killing dogs and i'm f*cking a cracker
I'm whipping my slaves just like they got blacker
Cooka da meatball call me italian
We used a small army there goes battalion
My dick is small calling me zipperhead
Cousin stole my food and i had just left him dead
Ate my ex out in the back of her civic
Write a review like i'm a food critic
Ay bro why the beat cut off?
That was it?
I could've gone way harder in that bitch
Writer: Deandre Price
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