No.
I don’t need new weird friends
I don’t like my fake friends
I’m only On to make money
For them
Call me again when they check in
Fuck
I don’t like Marshall,
I need the whole Blackhawks
They forgot who the fuck
Marshall is
Fresh out of Paris
She still got my accent
Nightvision like a goddess
Leo’s place like a palace,
I took Kim to Calabasas
I munched on her rug
And threw up in the shower
I’m such a bad bitch
I’m always the cover of Maxim
But these comments are fucked up,
They’re throwing a tantrum
I guess they aren’t ready for me
To save them from Siberia nation
So it’s still better to tax them
Without representation
The world is flooded,
I’m with no competition,
But they can’t listen,
So I’m not talking about shit
Anymore
I’m lit,
They know it,
They wanna hate on the music
But I’m making hits
With these billions
I’m blowing them
We left Leo’s house and I’m still
Wearing some shit you can’t get
And I swear this dress cost like a brick
I’ve been running up on hotels all week,
I’m a vet
Quick trip for my birthday
Fell asleep on the lear jet
On a different time zone,
This an Autumn Assassin’s bone
To pick
This time
I bought eight bad bitches a brand new Corvette
And in the end we’re still gonna get
Them all,
Why the fuck would I stress
About this?
In the end
My wedding dress
Will still fit
I don’t think I’ll fill
My bones
With liquid insulation
Or fall asleep
With Alejandra cutting me up
And making me leap
Like a giant grasshopper
Who keeps learning how to eat
I think I need to go back to rehab,
I’m addicted to a black
Jane’s going to kill me anyway
And then she’s gonna say that it’s love
But I know he wants the sex
Although the thorn’s still a bitch
Trying to leave a hickey on his neck
He’ll say he slammed the car door hard
So I don’t get disbarred
For beating up some chick
Who thinks my boyfriend wants her spit
“I use a straight iron too
I swear it wasn’t you”
She wants to cash your check
Send a message to her ex
Make it known that she got you undressed
And I’m stressed
I can’t take care of 100 On guys
Who have Off girlfriends
And so much to hide.
From them.
My men.
Ashe cut it
With Adam
Let it
Happen
The Iron Throne
Is missing my Sceptor.
And these things in Mexico
Look like they slept on her
Dressing like Amidala
The Fike said Follow
And we did it to the Hollow Cove
Brandon Lee, Fox River Grove
I said, my boy, he is a Stove
She said no, no one knows
Then killed her own career
By cutting off her nose–
But he said
With an ass like that
I forgot my girl Off
Gun racks like this
Mean that “Fuck I’m God”
I been on top,
I should beat my chest
Like fuck On Amatus
I’ll still do my best
The abomination
That causes desolation
Sounds like
Weak shit
Looks like Fredrick
Tells you that she’s royal
But you didn’t even ask her out
There’s nothing planted in her soil
She’s still fringe here like she’s loyal
But she’s so far in for the clout
At least she’s not all blood & oil
But the ragdoll isn’t what this is even about
You’ve been real cold
And she’s still bold
Jumping in your bed
And asking to give you head
And wondering when
You’re gonna go get her wed
Like Bella, come on
You forgot about Chet
Too bad he’s dead
And there’s a bullet
In your head
Too many meager
And all of them eager
Can’t wait to make sure
They drown in bleach
I’ll have a full blown
Eulogy for each
But I digress
I’m wearing a stolen dress
Aquanet teased me
By cutting off her head
I’m about to get all the hottest
Like I’m hot off the presses
Britney knows it
Xtina shows it
Pretty soon
I’ll have to disclose it.
D – This is gonna go down like HR Pufnstuf.
C- Isn’t that the Maldives?
D – Oh that place that doesn’t exist? That’s the magical island that Witchiepoo resides on.
A & D – You just need a magical flute to get there…
