Orange Juice

So I'm guessing there's questions that need adressing, huh?

Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em

Hear new tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun

Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done

No affection, he's doper than cess-sessions son

Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em

Let the crowd choose who can f*cking last longer

It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer

Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica

That we picked up at the last concert

Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat,

Verses written with scalpels

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony

How come he's not in counseling?

F*cka's loud while he's sound asleep

Heard he was dope as Sour D. Nigga was Courage cowardly?

State Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team

Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder

And a nose full of chowder,

He's chopping up all the doubters see

Now watch him count the bodies

Like bitches be counting calories

F*ck with the wolves we starting to bark viciously

Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free

Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off

I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off

Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement

Cause I've been doing this since

Pooh f*cked Christopher Robinson

Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly

Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin

Do not give a f*ck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip

Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt

I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard

The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna

All you fucking blogging faggots yapping up that extra shit

I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement

Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries

Meet the scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin

A fucking sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegitarians