middle child – BTGB Lyrics

F*ck the sad boy shit
I'mma fire from the hip
Get the f*ck out of my way
Or you can get your throat slit
F*ck the sad boy shit
I'mma hop up in the whip
Run over an old lady
Flee the scene, fuckin' split

Runnin' in the middle of the road butt naked
I'm coming for your mother
Then I'm coming for your lady
I'mma f*ck around
Make all of you pussies hate me
I think my momma's scared
Because her boy's gone crazy

Big Tiddy Goth Bitch
Ride up on my jock sick
You know I'm tryna rock shit
Fuckin' spittin' caustic
My attitude's obnoxious
It makes them pussies nauseous
Little fuckin' psycho
So the cops actin' cautious

I don't give a f*ck
Little pussy might get stuck
Hit up all up on her butt
Get up all inside her guts
Take a couple tabs boy
We trippin' off our asses
Feels like it's time for us to control the massive
Massive tiddies, swinging wild
Got your grandma sending nudes through the iPhone

(Laughter)
(Ball torture)
(What?)
(Cock and Ball torture)
(Moans)
(We might be able to work with that)

Do you need like a
Sexy moan, a Freak moan?
A hardcore moan?
I need to know what kinda moans we need here

Krampus with the chains
There will be no damn remains
I'mma fuckin' eat your brains
You're just a fuckin' shit stain
I'm insane, come from a planet full of acid rain
You're just plain and you smell bad
Boy use some damn gain, fuckin' lame
Are you crying? Man I think I just came
Spittin' flames while you're hiding in a pool of your shame
Bitch explain how the f*ck you think that this shit is okay
Big simpin' like Mordecai except no one know's your name

(Are we tunnel-buddies?)
(YES)
(F*CK)
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