Текст песни Джей Трипер - Rhyme About Anything

I rock to the beat
And you fagot hit me again
Bitch I read your fart itching
and butt-squirt carving this bit crushes.

Because my rhymes are from the bottom of the bong
And they fuck you
Cute blonde
Your mother I bought at the dong rate

Your ears I fuck with the beats of the gong
I was hanging out in hell like a drug delirium
Show me Wednesday
In which you will suck for food

We tore your woman's pussy
I put your bitch on my shoulder blades
While she has contractions
In the yard you got a sniff

And you started having seizures
I'm like a charge
But you get fucked by a squad of drills
I broke it so that I took the outfit

Yes my flow is fucking
You check the strength of the crowbar
And choke yourself with a mic cord
While your family I carve with a feather

My grandfather will grab you with an ax
Like you fucking snot
But I'm launching a ship in your bank
And while you chew on the lead at school

We set fire to dynamite

Chorus

I send to the epicenter bass to the center of mass
Obama performed namaz to my tracks
You jumped down the toilet like a diver
I will extinguish the whole army by making a hellish napas