No Capers

I’m a dipshit motherfucker
And a fuckin cock sucker
Cut ya cock off with a
Muthafuckin box cutter
Suck it right in front of you’n
Spew it on your mom’s supper
Jimmy on my willy, I’m a
Fuck her and ya mom’s mother
I gone Southern
On the cunt of ya mother
And ya mother’s fuckin mother
I’mma fuck ya fuckin brother too
Make him shoot juice
With syringes and shit
I’mma show him opiates
And get him hooked on the shit
Why he actin so comatose?
Oh, I think he overdosed
Drove him to the side rails
So I could throw him over those
Focused on the road
As I pulled up at the bridge
Got in the back with him
And then sucked his fat dick
Yo I couldn’t resist
Rap game Brock Turner
Turn ya dick black
Call me the cock burner
I commit a lotta murders
And momma is a squirter
If she squirts on you
Please do not hurt her
I like to use computers
But I never use the curser
Fuckin love cream, but
I don't fuck around with sherbet
I used to be the baby
On the cover of Gerber
But they dropped my fuckin ass
When I did my first murder
Already been told ya
I'm a muthafuckin criminal
Never take nudes cuz
I got herpes on my genitals
Put me in a mental
Hospital, I'm a retard
Landed on the planet
And I never got my green card
I spit mean bars, but-my
Flows got manners, catch
Me titty fuckin hoes
Like Stephanie Tanner
If she ever hit me up again
I ain't gon answer, cuz
Dat bitch gave me AIDS
But I gave that bitch cancer
I drink the Jameson
No chaser
Drank it in the alley
No gator, make
The bitches stand still
No phaser
And I get dat deep head
No eraser
Smoke eight hunnit J’s
No papers, bitch I
Come from the hood
No neighbors, and I
Own dat Baskin Robbins
No flavors
I'm with a clique of sex offenders
No rapers, I been
Lookin for a date, yo
Are there any takers, I wanna
Smoked salmon bagel sandwich
With no capers
I want that candy now
No later
Somethin bout ballin'
No lakers
Ohhhh!
I am way danker, than your
Gay lil lord and savior
All dos bitches at ya church
Is some straight fakers
Player haters
Lame ass rollerbladers
Basic rig vapers and
Toyota Corolla makers
I fuckin hate ‘em
Cuz they ain’t even thankin’
They just slowin' down traffic, while
I’m tryna go faster
Goin’ after the cash, and
Tryna master my flow
N if you want some faith
You can eat it outta my asshole