Gunk lyrics

[Intro: lil zug & b*tch]
Oh my god, are you lil zug?
Yup, that's me little-titty biddy!
Oh my god, can we please have loving passionate sex?
No no no, sorry, I gotta go make a song
What?!

[Chorus]
b*tches show me love, I can’t hold it down no more
And I hope you understand, but I can’t call you my whore
Too many other options, and I ain’t even poppin’ yet
Emotions laying in a coffin, I just had my ego death

[Verse 1]
Ooo, yeah it’s lil zug
Given ill lil illegitimate f*cks
Stats going down, money running out, feeling like I'm out of luck
That’s okay, cause b*tches still wanna succy succ on me
Hit it from the back and she screaming “zuggy f*ck on me”
sh*t turns me on, leave a nut so solid it might grow a tree
I look down, the condom broke, so I make like that tree and leave
She peer to her right, see me running through the door as I dip the scene
That dyke scissor girls, got scissor doors, I hop right in my bim’
Hop right in my bim’, now I’m speeding down 63
Creep into your crib, slide in that bed where your sister be
I trade her some magic beans for her virginity
Her dad came in the room, and he starts hit on me
I ain’t taking sh*t, punch that old man right in his face
Boner still running thick, knock him out, now its safe
Finish the job I started, 30 seconds later I clock out
Couldn’t last, gave her gunk that lingers right in my c*ck-spout

[Chorus]
b*tches show me love, I can’t hold it down no more
And I hope you understand, but I can’t call you my whore
Too many other options, and I ain’t even poppin’ yet
Emotions laying in a coffin, I just had my ego death

[Break: lil zug & b*tch]
Okay, are you done with your song now?
No, sorry
Oh my god!
Jesus!
Hurry up!
Stop b*tching!
Oh my god, I can't help but think about your di*k!
So annoying!
Oh my god!

[Chorus]
b*tches show me love, I can’t hold it down no more
And I hope you understand, but I can’t call you my whore
Too many other options, and I ain’t even poppin’ yet
Emotions laying in a coffin, I just had my ego death

[Verse 2]
Too many broads, ménage à trois
That’s the only option nowadays
I’m caught up in designer waves
Keep the pubes or should I shave?
Oh, oh, oh… yeah, I don’t know
Feeling just like Earl, I’ve been reaping what I sow
I’ve been in my room with the lights off, feeling brain dead lately, can’t even catch a light toss
Bad attention span, and I’m losing all my fans, writing down words that turn into dark thoughts
And I got all these dark thots, they’re right here in my bed
These emo b*tches keep offering head, gotta stay loyal, got me sounding like Ned
Flanders, this b*tch ain’t got no manners
I pick up her, I Feel like thor, as I give her my hammer
Lil zug, mediocre rhymes, and very sh*tty grammar
I’ve lost my mind, gonna kill this b*tch, cause frankly I can’t stand her, ugh!
[Outro: lil zug & b*tch]
Wait, what'd you just say?
I said I'ma kill you, b*tch!
Oh sh*t, ahh! Oh sh*t!
Stop running!
Oh sh*t, ow!
Sorry b*tch. Damn, that b*tch was fast
b*tch! b*tch, b*tch b*tch!