Billy the Fridge - Cyberbullies Are Cancer (Team Misha Remix) | Текст песни

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• Cyberbullies Are Cancer (Team Misha Remix)

Leeeettts get riiiight in to - this ass whoopin', your ass lookin'
like you can get you shoes, phone and your cash tookin'
You cats crooked, got little kids cryin'
Youtubes with a few views up in your vids lyin'
Keemstar, your memes are really not the freshest
You read tweets then repeat, really fuckin' precious
What you call my boy Alex? Beg your pardon, homes?!
We 'bout to go Django and Unchain this Garden Gnome

Not to be too blunt, but I hope that Leafy knows
I'll smoke his ass like the two blunts hangin' out his nose
Bangin' out this roast, these fists'll never miss
Keep dissin' little kids, bitch, I'M THE ONE WHO HISSSS
I'm the one who knocks, boy, you better answer
My foot go up ya ass so far, it might just cure the cancer
Ya trash, I'll toss you out like broken plastic
Your next Face Reveal about to be an Open Casket

Pyrocinical, why so critical?
If I'm so pitiful, take my rhymes so literal
I'm a Stone Cold Killa, you a fuzz ball furry
I give a fuck all, all yall fuck boys worry
Surely, I'll spank you like your dads never do
Laugh up in your face as YouTube take your ad revenue
You french kissin' french girls, ain't askin for an I.D.
You're a french fry in Fridge world, pass the Ketchup, I Eat

Fuck a Rice Gum, this guy's dumb
He ain't got no muscles, he should buy some
'cause when I come, I'm a drop kick the chopstick
out his fuckin' mouth, bitch - go eat a dog dick
Talk shit, you can take all your \"L's\"
Turn them sunsabitch sideways and go fuck yourselves
I'll be sittin' on a long day, sippin' on some Bombay
Pour some for Harambe, SUCKA, WHAT THE SONG SAY?

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