What do I wanna say on this song that's titled my f*ckin name
My name is Justin Quinn I got a busted chin
I scream f*ck a cunt cuz I like to cuss at wind
I'll chug 2 cups of gin, then I erupt this pen
Bust a hole thru your chest with my words I stuck them in
Your heart stops like a brain fart, there's nothing in
Your soul but me the devil sold it cheap, now huff me in
Like drugs your puffin in, hold the smoke now suck it in
Adjusting to this disgusting mutt is tough so I f*ckin grin
How could I trust in him, all he does is fuss and sin
Skipping church, I flip the bird, while sipping syrup, and crushing limbs
Trip and search for strippers perched whose nipples hurt from gripping them
Switch the flow I'll hit this ho, this bitch don't know what whipping is
I'll spit it slow, and sit and show, the trick in this
I got an itch to dig a hole, inflict a whisk
To kick this witch into the ditch, at little risk
Cuz you remind me of the dimes who made me wanna slit my wrists
Pissed me off bitch, bitch
It's Quinny I'm back snatching a fat sack of the grass
A big bong gas mask and attack
Grab me a bat, I'm taking hacks smacking a fag
Snapping a rag, then get it wet whacking a hag
Stacking the mags in the back pack with CAPS and the tabs
Rapping with gats flabbergast bastard in fact
Knapp sack full of black cats whose asses would crap
On any mother f*cker talking shit get wrapped in a bag
In case you missed it said I'm slipping til I fricken trip
Falling down while the ground is dripping and I'm licking lips
Balling now schooling dudes flipping dunks tricking hips
Bet you don't know what I'm spitting give a f*ck chicken shit
Listen bitches said I'm slipping til I fricken trip
Falling down while the ground is dripping and I'm licking lips
Balling now schooling dudes flipping dunks tricking hips
Still don't know what the f*ck I'm spitting give a f*ck chicken shit
Quinny Quinny I'm winning like I'm Charlie Sheen
Light me a Jimmy every inning got that Marley green
You'll catch me grinning cuz it's funny and I'm hardly mean
My head is spinning cuz I killed it with this gnarly scheme
Quinny Quinny I'm winning like I'm Charlie Sheen
Light me a Jimmy every inning got that Marley green
You'll catch me grinning cuz it's funny and I'm hardly mean
My head is spinning cuz I killed it with this gnarly scheme
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What do I wanna say on this song that's titled my f*ckin name
My name is Justin Quinn I got a busted chin
I scream f*ck a cunt cuz I like to cuss at wind
I'll chug 2 cups of gin, then I erupt this pen
Bust a hole thru your chest with my words I stuck them in
Your heart stops like a brain fart, there's nothing in
Your soul but me the devil sold it cheap, now huff me in
Like drugs your puffin in, hold the smoke now suck it in
Adjusting to this disgusting mutt is tough so I f*ckin grin
How could I trust in him, all he does is fuss and sin
Skipping church, I flip the bird, while sipping syrup, and crushing limbs
Trip and search for strippers perched whose nipples hurt from gripping them
Switch the flow I'll hit this ho, this bitch don't know what whipping is
I'll spit it slow, and sit and show, the trick in this
I got an itch to dig a hole, inflict a whisk
To kick this witch into the ditch, at little risk
Cuz you remind me of the dimes who made me wanna slit my wrists
Pissed me off bitch, bitch
It's Quinny I'm back snatching a fat sack of the grass
A big bong gas mask and attack
Grab me a bat, I'm taking hacks smacking a fag
Snapping a rag, then get it wet whacking a hag
Stacking the mags in the back pack with CAPS and the tabs
Rapping with gats flabbergast bastard in fact
Knapp sack full of black cats whose asses would crap
On any mother f*cker talking shit get wrapped in a bag
In case you missed it said I'm slipping til I fricken trip
Falling down while the ground is dripping and I'm licking lips
Balling now schooling dudes flipping dunks tricking hips
Bet you don't know what I'm spitting give a f*ck chicken shit
Listen bitches said I'm slipping til I fricken trip
Falling down while the ground is dripping and I'm licking lips
Balling now schooling dudes flipping dunks tricking hips
Still don't know what the f*ck I'm spitting give a f*ck chicken shit
Quinny Quinny I'm winning like I'm Charlie Sheen
Light me a Jimmy every inning got that Marley green
You'll catch me grinning cuz it's funny and I'm hardly mean
My head is spinning cuz I killed it with this gnarly scheme
Quinny Quinny I'm winning like I'm Charlie Sheen
Light me a Jimmy every inning got that Marley green
You'll catch me grinning cuz it's funny and I'm hardly mean
My head is spinning cuz I killed it with this gnarly scheme
My name is Justin Quinn I got a busted chin
I scream f*ck a cunt cuz I like to cuss at wind
I'll chug 2 cups of gin, then I erupt this pen
Bust a hole thru your chest with my words I stuck them in
Your heart stops like a brain fart, there's nothing in
Your soul but me the devil sold it cheap, now huff me in
Like drugs your puffin in, hold the smoke now suck it in
Adjusting to this disgusting mutt is tough so I f*ckin grin
How could I trust in him, all he does is fuss and sin
Skipping church, I flip the bird, while sipping syrup, and crushing limbs
Trip and search for strippers perched whose nipples hurt from gripping them
Switch the flow I'll hit this ho, this bitch don't know what whipping is
I'll spit it slow, and sit and show, the trick in this
I got an itch to dig a hole, inflict a whisk
To kick this witch into the ditch, at little risk
Cuz you remind me of the dimes who made me wanna slit my wrists
Pissed me off bitch, bitch
It's Quinny I'm back snatching a fat sack of the grass
A big bong gas mask and attack
Grab me a bat, I'm taking hacks smacking a fag
Snapping a rag, then get it wet whacking a hag
Stacking the mags in the back pack with CAPS and the tabs
Rapping with gats flabbergast bastard in fact
Knapp sack full of black cats whose asses would crap
On any mother f*cker talking shit get wrapped in a bag
In case you missed it said I'm slipping til I fricken trip
Falling down while the ground is dripping and I'm licking lips
Balling now schooling dudes flipping dunks tricking hips
Bet you don't know what I'm spitting give a f*ck chicken shit
Listen bitches said I'm slipping til I fricken trip
Falling down while the ground is dripping and I'm licking lips
Balling now schooling dudes flipping dunks tricking hips
Still don't know what the f*ck I'm spitting give a f*ck chicken shit
Quinny Quinny I'm winning like I'm Charlie Sheen
Light me a Jimmy every inning got that Marley green
You'll catch me grinning cuz it's funny and I'm hardly mean
My head is spinning cuz I killed it with this gnarly scheme
Quinny Quinny I'm winning like I'm Charlie Sheen
Light me a Jimmy every inning got that Marley green
You'll catch me grinning cuz it's funny and I'm hardly mean
My head is spinning cuz I killed it with this gnarly scheme
Writer: JUSTIN QUINN
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave