London Yellow, Kidd Koolaid - Kidd lyrics

I don't flush the toilet because I'm the shit
(O-o-okay, retard)
Yes, I see a big turd and I identify with it
(Hey friend)
I must be a bad girl because I spit
You are a good girl, swallow my kids
I don't got no fans
I got a whole bunch of kids
I'm your last fan, and you just posted cringe
You don't hate me, that stuff is pretend
You see my cute face, get a big old grin

Kidd Koolaid, the poop, the smelly, the farty
When they play my music
Everybody leave the party
That was kinda mean, but I got a jar of poop
That I sell in the streets so
I can pay my rent
My favorite song is Protect Ya Neck
And I think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah

I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds no you guys aren't
You should unrecord your verse
Young London Yellow came through
Pooped in the purse
I'm a dead meme, boys and girls
You heard it first
Shitting on you even though I'm the worst
London Yellow's weird and he
Keeps getting uglier
And he keeps getting stupider and
He keeps getting richer

I never sold any shirts
But I did sell some fish that drowned
In my bowl when I was six
My mom paid good money for it
But she flushed it down the toilet
I was like "What the frick?"
Mom, that wasn't CashMoneyAP
When I was little baby, I used to spray pee
I still do, but now I spray poo
If you got a problem with me
Then I spray it at you
Damn, this beat is so fire
Look at me man, I'm a hitman for hire
If this song makes you frown
I have these shoes made for clowns
I see your poop, and I wanna have a lick
If you won't let me, you meet my boom stick
It will kill you with one hit
But there's a high probability that I'll miss
But that's fine, because I got an AK
That I shoot when it will spray, ay
Spray at yo' face, ay, then I run away, ay
'Cause I don't wanna freakin' catch a case
Ay i am scared of the police
No I'm not, I'm just highly obese
So that means I gotta run away earlier
So I don't get catched latererer
And I got a Mac
Your mom likes it when I hit it from the back
Yeah, then you will meet my gat
It will say "Hi!", and then you will die
Yeah, you will layin' on a pool
Of blood on the floor
But then I revive you, and you wake up
So I take out my Mac and shoot you some more
Goddamn, how much of this beat
Have I got left?
I'm starting to run out of bars
When I am in cell plate
I want ham and cheese
Toasted lettuce, sweet corn and red onions
Yuh that is tasty with some ketchup on it
If you want me to shoot someone, I am on it
I'm not actually gangster, imma be honest
I'm just in my room
Makin' this song for London
'Cause he is- I want a studio
Look what I learned to do on FL

Woah, that's sweet, matter of fact
That's kinda swell
Me and Mr koolaid going to hell
Least I got a whole bunch of
Friends if you can't tell
I callin' her a bitch like Key and Peele
I never took a shower, so I smell
This is show and tell
Show me your boobies, but do not tell
They look like Kidd Koolaid
They're fat as hell i walked on the stage
And they told me "Get off"
This ain't some place where you
Stupid-ass kids can show off
So I told my mom
I'm 'bout to blow, literal bomb
Not no metaphor, I feel like Osama
Bitch, I fell off, I feel like Obama
Feel like I'm Tony, I'm not on no rosta
I feel like young nigga
Eatin' expensive pasta
I feel like your mommy, I fuck on your father
I feel like I'm Drickzin, I'm Tony, poggers
(Bruh) poggers, feel like Ratcakes daughter
F on my n-words
And you're getting slaughtered
Come in your house
Eat your dookie corn cobbler

Mhm imma walk in your front door
You always leave it unlocked
Imma walk right in
Imma go straight to your fuckin' bathroom
And pick up that dookie
And put it in my goddamn mouth
And imma chew it up swallow it down whole
Now who's fuckin' laughing? Fuck you nigga
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