Great White - Yonkers Freestyle lyrics
[Great White - Yonkers Freestyle lyrics]
I'm a mother fucking unicorn, take a look
Prod against your asshole with
My glowing horn, mythical
Paying sluts to tickle my pickle
Then after cutting them
Use their blood for rituals, habitual, maniac
"loved fucking babies" in the obituary
Then swallow them whole when they
Bring flowers to the cemetery
Yes Missy, the living dead
Is fucking scurray
Where you running off to?
Don't be in a fucking hurry
Consider this for a minute
I'll take your dog and skin it
And wear it as a coat while sucking
On your daughters tit's, is it bestiality?
Take a minute to picture it
While I have your daughter tied up
Seeing if the glove will fit
Lately every night I've been
Having a fucking dream
But without the bullet in the neck
Not Martin Luther King
Junior, is the nickname they gave Richard
Make him cry and you might find his
Tears taste bitter, quitters, spit up
Whales and men at sea
Fat bitches who spit semen while doing sixty
Nine, miles per hour on the highway, at night
Ludacris should get the fuck out of my way
RIG, On chat roulette, while I'm masturbating
She asked me to stop
Just because I'm masticating
Slobbering her pretty kitty
Shes just so infatuating
Then I swallow her whole being
I'm a shark who was pretending
Rating, Pending, As I'm stabbing Eddie
In the humorous so he finally does something
Funny, Business, risky, can you be Lana
I'm feeling quite frisky
Though you may not be a fan of
Cigarettes to the skin
Your flesh burning thin
It's easier to feed, devouring your limbs
After chopping you to pieces with a scalpel
Yes you could say it was a hand full
A glass full please don't excite me
I share the trait's of a bull oh my
Is that blood that is stained on your wool?
Time to get the Unicorn horns
And the shark teeth
It's time to ravage your organs
And enjoy a feast
Prod against your asshole with
My glowing horn, mythical
Paying sluts to tickle my pickle
Then after cutting them
Use their blood for rituals, habitual, maniac
"loved fucking babies" in the obituary
Then swallow them whole when they
Bring flowers to the cemetery
Yes Missy, the living dead
Is fucking scurray
Where you running off to?
Don't be in a fucking hurry
Consider this for a minute
I'll take your dog and skin it
And wear it as a coat while sucking
On your daughters tit's, is it bestiality?
Take a minute to picture it
While I have your daughter tied up
Seeing if the glove will fit
Lately every night I've been
Having a fucking dream
But without the bullet in the neck
Not Martin Luther King
Junior, is the nickname they gave Richard
Make him cry and you might find his
Tears taste bitter, quitters, spit up
Whales and men at sea
Fat bitches who spit semen while doing sixty
Nine, miles per hour on the highway, at night
Ludacris should get the fuck out of my way
RIG, On chat roulette, while I'm masturbating
She asked me to stop
Just because I'm masticating
Slobbering her pretty kitty
Shes just so infatuating
Then I swallow her whole being
I'm a shark who was pretending
Rating, Pending, As I'm stabbing Eddie
In the humorous so he finally does something
Funny, Business, risky, can you be Lana
I'm feeling quite frisky
Though you may not be a fan of
Cigarettes to the skin
Your flesh burning thin
It's easier to feed, devouring your limbs
After chopping you to pieces with a scalpel
Yes you could say it was a hand full
A glass full please don't excite me
I share the trait's of a bull oh my
Is that blood that is stained on your wool?
Time to get the Unicorn horns
And the shark teeth
It's time to ravage your organs
And enjoy a feast