Locker Room Talk / Cheeto Dust

LOCKER ROOM TALK

[Verse 1]
I thank God erry day for
Makin Carrie Fisher pass away
Cuz Leia was lamer than
George Michael at his wake, ya
Know Aretha Franklin waitin with
Her whole urethra shaven, Bill
Cosby poppin' out the coffin
Opposite the pill she drankin’
Ya lookin' heinous, like
You could use a rapin' was
The catchphrase created, and
A bunch of other dank shit
Fuck the fuckin image, bitch
I’m into bein infamous, n
I don't give a flyin' shit, foh
Any of these women
I done been in it, went
And lived in it, ex-purrrimented
Fermented jism
In them dern lips
Stirred kid liquid, in
The birthing tent presented
Mixed it up’n let it sit, until my
Girthy extension limpened
I'm into sick shit
Y’all can't infer my intentions
All da spit I invent, is
Meant to deter bitches
Cuz the worst bitches, is
The flirts with da curves’n if
She got a pretty face, then
I get the urge to burst in it
Church bitches, get up
On my fuckin nerves, which is
Why dat shit is so deserved, when
Da sperm hit ‘em in da perm
In a perfect earf, my dick
Would be immersed in ‘em
With-in the first minute
In-which we purp-hittin'
Yeah I burn bridges with
These raps and a gas can
Pry open vaginas like
I'm tryna kill Pacman
Murder all da time
Murder all the fuckin tracks, man
Fryin' all da wires on dat
On dat got damn Tascam
You a fuckin fag, man
You don’t get no ass, man
You don’t rip da pussy like
You tryna murder Pacman
You a trash man, and
Belong in a trash can
With Carrie Fisher’s corpse’a
Course that shit’s a trap man!
I used to slay cunt
Way back in the day son
Fucked yo momma’s butt, in
The back of the Datsun
She lemme hit it
Cuz I packed one
Put a Shrek green hog, on
A dragon berry black bun, puttin'
Dat nut, to her face
Like she takin a call
Broke ya momma’s jaw
Like dat shit was da law
Ya betta hide da chickens
If I been sippin da Guinness
Since I don't grab em by da
Pussy anymo'
I fuck ‘em in it

[Verse 2]
Ya don't gotta be a cock
It’s just locker room talk, I'm
Just tryna get involved with a
Lil nuclear holocaust - so
Keep doin' your molotovs'n
Shootin' all’a ya shots off
N I’ll use this hot sauce to
Start polishin’ my knob off
To dis rare picture’a Carrie
Fisher, bare with her bra off, I
Snapped it after death before da
Body was hauled off - I put a
Dog filter on her face
And I captioned it “all dogs”
“Go to hell” sent it off to the
Cops, and they all saw
Dis dat cardiac
Arrested Development
A safe space with me is like
A room with a raped elephant
I put my junk in its trunk
Son, I stay malevolent, and
I stay away from babies
But I don't stay celibate
I still sell a bit, and
I may be a felon, bitch
I roll da resin in da melon
Zig-zag eleven inches
If I gotta gut blunts, I
Cut a fuckin woman
From her stomach to her cunt
And I dump it on fuckin the rug
In front of the gutted blunts
Chuck in a couple chunks, of
Dem human guts, roll it up n
Seal it wit dat Jewish blood
Of Carrie Fisher, cuz
She was the dumb cunt I dug
Up and cut open with a
Nabooan tusk, N
Moved the oozin' guts from
The shrew to the newish blunt
Threw in all da stupid ones
Including the tumor lumps
N dat squirrel brain, found
Lodged n her protrudin' butt
Then I rolled dat duder up
In to a fuckin droopin' slug

[Outro]
And then I got high as fuck
Off those fuckin' guts
Of Carrie
Carrie Fisher
I was with her mother
Deborah Fisher
When I got
High as a goddamn
Motherfucker
When I fuckin' smoked those
Guts of Carrie Fisher
Oh lord
Oh lord, please
Bring her back to me
And then she fuckin' died
Of that heartbreak syndrome

CHEETO DUST

[Verse 1: Camboi]
I got, Cheeto dust, on
Da tip of my dick - I got
Ya bitches clit drippin'
Wit a flick’a da wrist - no shit
Made da pussy drip, drops on
Da flo - by my toe tips, then she
Jerked me off wit da Trader Joes
Chili sauce, yo - you know dis
My whole clique, cum strapped
Wit da Costco membership cards
We spit real intricate n interestin’ bars
N they real hard
Y’all are retards, y’all don’t
Even know where we parked, y’all
Couldn’t find ya own needle
Dick in the dark
Don’t put ya dirty ass shoes on my
Bed, unless you wanna get dead
Like Prince, cut yo prick off
N call you Princess
From now on
That’ll be yo new name, and
There ain’t a damn thang, you can do
Or say to make me change my brain
Except maybe, you could gimme brain
What do you say, yo
You don't say shit, unless
I give yo lips some shit to spray

[Hook]
Cheeto dust
I got, I got cheeto dust
Cheeto dust
I got, I got cheeto dust
Cheeto dust
I got, I got cheeto dust
Cheeto dust
I got, I got cheeto dust

[Verse 2: Mic Pence]
Uh, uh, uh
Sup bitch
It is fuckin' Mic Pence
And I'm slicin' up a well-done
Muh fuckin' prime rib
So hung
Like a gay from a noose
Gettin' head from Trump
While I'm sippin' on dat Grey Goose
Fuck a woman
I don't wanna tocuh 'em
I just wanna jerk to Donald
Trump while he hump 'em