The MC Type & Pen Pointz - John Wayne Gacy Lyrics

Never let the party die
It's Pointz and Type
I'll suffocate this beat best believe it
Like f*cking duck taping the mouth of a baby fetus
Casey Anthony that shit til it ain't breathing
Jesus! That line just resurrected my penis
I shoot these verses intravenous
AR15 out the window of my Prius
Capping preschoolers
In bellbottom Levi's and Looney Tunes t-shirts
Puking up a burger that I ate at five guys
White lies, tell these white guy rappers nice try
Rappers might try not rapping cause whyyy
Is you rapping? living in the pig sty back room
Of your big thighed mom's house flowin' like a vacuum
You suck, you suck, you suckety suck
You're sucking it up
You suck so much my dick is in love
Stupid ass classless bastard with a poopy ass
Cupid has an arrow for ya since ya love your MAGA hat
This shit feels bassy
John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up
The party's in the basement
This shit feels bassy
John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up
The party's in the basement
I got a gun rack tatted on my nutsack
Dropped some acid on my tongue so pass that blunt back
I'm a weapon of mass destruction like Iraq son
Adopted my style from a culture that's a black one
Told Antifa that I'm Queen Latifa
Then I got beat up cause they thought I was female
Don't dab
Don't dance
Don't party
Saturday night I'm in my sweat pants
Farting
Or the back on an IROC
Listening to an iPod
Playing with my cock
While chewing on a Tide Pod
Praying that I find God
Like it's not my fault
I'm lost
Cruise thru life with GPS off
Cough turn and cough turn and cough
Castrate your balls cause you my dog
Out in the boonies drinking Truly's and Boone's Farm
Picturing George Clooney as I'm pooning your mom
This shit feels bassy
John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up
The party's in the basement
This shit feels bassy
John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up
The party's in the basement
You can't cancel me
I am cancel-free
Got that cancerous style like you can't believe
Talk shit to me
Catch hands like these
Tim Robinson
I think you should leave
You can't cancel me
I am cancel-free
Got that cancerous style like you can't believe
Talk shit to me
Catch hands like these
Tim Robinson
I think you should leave
This shit feels bassy
John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up
The party's in the basement
This shit feels bassy
John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces
All hands raise up
The party's in the basement
Gray stones, gray stones
Do I really need to drink from the bowl
Gray stones, gray stones
Do I really need to drink from the bowl
Gray stones, gray stones
Gray stones, gray stones
Gray stones, gray stones
Gray stones, gray stones
Gray stones, gray stones
Port Townsend has captured our souls