Kidd lyrics

[Verse 1: London Yellow]
I don't flush the toilet because I'm the sh*t (O-o-okay, retard)
Yes, I see a big turd and I identify with it (Hey friend)
I must be a bad girl because I spit
You are a good girl, swallow my kids
I don't got no fans, I got a whole bunch of kids
I'm your last fan, and you just posted cringe
You don't hate me, that stuff is pretend
You see my cute face, get a big old grin

[Verse 2: Kidd Koolaid]
Kidd Koolaid, the poop, the smelly, the farty
When they play my music, everybody leave the party
That was kinda mean, but I got a jar of poop
That I sell in the streets so I can pay my rent
My favorite song is Protect Ya Neck
And I think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah

[Verse 3: London Yellow]
I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds
No you guys aren't, you should unrecord your verse
Young London Yellow came through, pooped in the purse
I'm a dead meme, boys and girls, you heard it first
sh*tting on you even though I'm the worst
London Yellow's weird and he keeps getting uglier
And he keeps getting stupider and he keeps getting richer
[Verse 4: Kidd Koolaid]
I never sold any shirts
But I did sell some fish that drowned in my bowl when I was six
My mom paid good money for it
But she flushed it down the toilet, I was like "What the frick?"
Mom, that wasn't CashMoneyAP
When I was little baby, I used to spray pee
I still do, but now I spray poo
If you got a problem with me, then I spray it at you
Damn, this beat is so fire
Look at me man, I'm a hitman for hire
If this song makes you frown
I have these shoes made for clowns
I see your poop, and I wanna have a lick
If you won't let me, you meet my boom stick
It will kill you with one hit
But there's a high probability that I'll miss
But that's fine, because I got an AK
That I shoot when it will spray, ay
Spray at yo' face, ay, then I run away, ay
'Cause I don't wanna freakin' catch a case, ay
I am scared of the police
No I'm not, I'm just highly obese
So that means I gotta run away earlier
So I don't get catched latererer
And I got a Mac, your mom likes it when I hit it from the back
Yeah, then you will meet my gat
It will say hi, and then you will die
Yeah, you will layin' on a pool of blood on the floor
But then I revive you, and you wake up
So I take out my Mac and shoot you some more
Goddamn, how much of this beat have I got left?
I'm starting to run out of bars
When I am in cell plate, I want ham and cheese
Toasted lettuce, sweet corn and red onions, yuh
That is tasty with some ketchup on it
If you want me to shoot someone, I am on it
I'm not actually gangster, I'ma be honest
I'm just in my room, makin' this song for London
'Cause he is- I want a studio
Look what I learned to do on FL
[Verse 5: London Yellow]
Woah, that's sweet, matter of fact, that's kinda swell
Me and Mr. Koolaid going to hell
Least I got a whole bunch of friends if you can't tell
I callin' her a b*tch like Key and Peele
I never took a shower, so I smell
This is show and tell
Show me your boobies, but do not tell
They look like Kidd Koolaid, they're fat as hell
I walked on the stage, and they told me "Get off"
This ain't some place where you stupid-ass kids can show off
So I told my mom
I'm 'bout to blow, literal bomb
Not no metaphor, I feel like Osama
b*tch, I fell off, I feel like Obama
Feel like I'm Tony, I'm not on no rosta
I feel like young n*gga, eatin' expensive pasta
I feel like your mommy, I f*ck on your father
I feel like I'm Drickzin, I'm Tony, poggers (Bruh)
Poggers, feel like Ratcakes daughter
F on my n-words, and you're getting slaughtered
Come in your house, eat your dookie corn cobbler

[Outro: London Yellow]
Mhm
I'ma walk in your front door
You always leave it unlocked, I'ma walk right in
I'ma go straight to your f*ckin' bathroom and pick up that dookie
And put it in my goddamn mouth and I'ma chew it up
Swallow it down whole
Now who's f*ckin' laughing?
f*ck you n*gga
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