Sydney Filament - Rape Your Kids, With Religion Lyrics

(Filament, step by step, is if you're trying to make filament really quickly)
(And I think that's why people get filament that pops on them)

To grow up is to realize everybody that disappoint you in the motha' f*ckin' house
With a couple fake faggots and a pretty little bitch with it tucked up inside of her blouse
I put my dick up inside of yo spouse
Mortal Kombat, we f*ck on the couch
You a rat, you a dyke, you a mouse
You a bitch, get the f*ck out my house (Woah)
All these socialist policies, faggots wanna abolish me
Alt-right bitches don't know how to act
It's Honestly, embarrassing for all of your people to act like that
Ronald Reagan, the way that you should move crack
You need to move your bitch out the house
I don't need a walk, I need a bounce
Glock drunk, put that shit in your mouth
I ain't mad, I just thinkin' aloud, (Woo)

(You wouldn't steal a car but you'd steal a life)
Bitch I came in with a knife, why you so mad, what's your vice
You a commie, you wastin' yo life
You grifters don't even wan' fight (Uh)
Make sure to reload my sig, I don't give a f*ck about a dumb pig.
All of you pussies gon' load up your blicks, you are just a dumb faggot and I don't give a shit (Like Woah)
I twist that shit and hit your bone.
I'ma jailbreak my phone, just to get you pussy little bitches on my throne
All you internet people, call your basements home
You gross as shit, get your ass atoned.
Jump up like a bitch, who gon' hear the words
"Like I love Nirvana, but I hate the shirts"
All you right wing yuppies gotta ruin the verse
But I don't give a damn, I still walk with a purse (Keep it simple)
How you politically correct, but you acting like a minstrel
You a dumb hoe, you a bitch, I'm a missile
Empty out a whole ass clip into yo temple
(Don't b-bless you)
(Don't b-bless you)
(Don't b-bless you)
(Don't b-bless you)
We smoking gasoline, I roll away my dreams.
I wanna make sure that you faggots keep on dissing me. (Hahaha)
(Ah, whoo)
I just wanna, Turn up bigot to a shitty ass tee.
Big arm, keep on talkin' shit, you better stay big strong
Your career, that shit done been gone
(Imma empty out the rifle into Big Pharma)
(Big arm, keep on talkin' shit, you better stay big strong)
(Big strong)
(Big strong)
(Keep on talkin' shit, you better stay big strong)