CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bruh
Bruh
Normie
I do not care if you don't like my music
Everything you do is stupid (It is)
I do what I want to do b*t*h (I do)
You sit around, play in your booty
I’m so happy, I feel like I'm booey
I very like very much what I'm doing
And it is working, what you do is boring
Your sit around slave and I feel like I’m touring
I don't even wanna go outside
But I got a bunch of fans on me
I feel like Rob Zombie
I feel like Bill Cosby
You sit around, like "Goddamn, I should've recorded that"
That's what I am
You're a f**kin' sham, I'm green eggs and ham, b*t*h
You're Sam I am
Feelin’ like I am the cat in the hat (Meow)
Most of my money I’m spendin' on crack (Woof)
My sh*t is fire and your sh*t is whack
But both of it’s sh*t, so think about that
Don't like what I'm doin', well go suck a c*ck
Pump up my d**k until it goes pop
Oh where the time go, please don’t look at my watch
Oh where the time go, please don't look at my watch
I don't even wanna go outside
'Cause I got a bunch of fans on me
I feel like Bob Marley
I feel like Chris Farley
If I wind up shot, killed, dead
Wonder who put a bullet in my head, ayy
Wonder who put the poison in my bread
It's a sabotage, I call it 9/11
Are you suckin' me off, b*t*h? What's the story?
That pu**y be smellin' like Finding Dory
That pu**y got me goin' retarded
Got me feelin' like Pepper from Horror Story
Tying up all these b*t*hes, feel like Richard Speck
Stabbed them all thirty times and I smoked some meth
b*t*h, I am the best
I wanna f**k Johnny Test
Feel like John Wayne Gacy
You wanna tie him up and make him give me head
Shooting my load at these kids, call me Adam Lanza
f**kin' my own ass with a banana
Mixin' the Flintstones gummies with the Fanta
Got a big sack in my pants, call me Santa
Bruh
Normie
I do not care if you don't like my music
Everything you do is stupid (It is)
I do what I want to do b*t*h (I do)
You sit around, play in your booty
I’m so happy, I feel like I'm booey
I very like very much what I'm doing
And it is working, what you do is boring
Your sit around slave and I feel like I’m touring
I don't even wanna go outside
But I got a bunch of fans on me
I feel like Rob Zombie
I feel like Bill Cosby
You sit around, like "Goddamn, I should've recorded that"
That's what I am
You're a f**kin' sham, I'm green eggs and ham, b*t*h
You're Sam I am
Feelin’ like I am the cat in the hat (Meow)
Most of my money I’m spendin' on crack (Woof)
My sh*t is fire and your sh*t is whack
But both of it’s sh*t, so think about that
Don't like what I'm doin', well go suck a c*ck
Pump up my d**k until it goes pop
Oh where the time go, please don’t look at my watch
Oh where the time go, please don't look at my watch
I don't even wanna go outside
'Cause I got a bunch of fans on me
I feel like Bob Marley
I feel like Chris Farley
If I wind up shot, killed, dead
Wonder who put a bullet in my head, ayy
Wonder who put the poison in my bread
It's a sabotage, I call it 9/11
Are you suckin' me off, b*t*h? What's the story?
That pu**y be smellin' like Finding Dory
That pu**y got me goin' retarded
Got me feelin' like Pepper from Horror Story
Tying up all these b*t*hes, feel like Richard Speck
Stabbed them all thirty times and I smoked some meth
b*t*h, I am the best
I wanna f**k Johnny Test
Feel like John Wayne Gacy
You wanna tie him up and make him give me head
Shooting my load at these kids, call me Adam Lanza
f**kin' my own ass with a banana
Mixin' the Flintstones gummies with the Fanta
Got a big sack in my pants, call me Santa
Bruh
