Текст:
Im deep frost the rest of yall just one of the
I’m becoming what I used to make fun of a
Smug son of a b*tch, f*ck it though
Going for the f*cking jugular
Leave them in a puddle of blood I’mma
Kill a bunch of ‘em, cut up all the others
Bloody glove in a prison yard, dirty Arias
I’m coming for you, f*ck if the world doesn’t approve
Here I come as a custodian Im dressed, to smuggle ya
Ass out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with a
Another f*cking nut we’ll make a tub of truffle butter
I’mma take this chubby, I’mma shove it up that nice round little bubble butt
Make it double stuffed
Pull it out one hole put it in the other one, make a peanut butter cup, bust(yea)
We can f*ck on a golf cart tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or f*cking rough
Like a dog bark, stop at a walmart, get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub
Fill up them buns with a hot dog and be frank these other motherf*ckers ain’t even in the ball park
Then she pulled out the condiment drawer
She must heard this is where the condoms get stored
Sign above the door to the sauna says “welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah”
Told her I got something for her, sharp and it’s pointed