Gummo 17 [Unreleased] lyrics

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Psychopathic for life b*tch (yah) Ouija Macc b*tch
(hol' up hol' up hol' up hol' up)
Pop these busters like a pus*y boy, you a wussy boy
Ass be soft like some cushion boy, catch a whoopin' boy
You be talkin' hella sh*t but not when we be lookin' boy
I got thuggalos in Vegas, shottas out in Brooklyn boy
(what what what)
In the kitchen whippin' boy
I be water whipping getting to this guala flippin' boy
(hol' up hol' up, hol'up)
Why you trippin' trippin' boy you be off that bullsh*tting like you left with Pippen boy
I don't f*ck with no old hoes only your hoes
I'm gon' make yo b*tch succ my dicc through my overalls
You gon' pull up and kiss that b*tch that's why I don't roll with y'all
Y'all some fraud motherfuccas that's why no one notice y'all
Young Ouija uh pus*y dripping Fiji uh (uh)
Came up in this b*tch cleaner than a squeegee uh
Can't see me uh succas wanna be me uh
Psychopathic killing all this bullsh*t please believe me uh

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
When I pull up and pop that b*tch now
Load up and poppin' it now
Muffucca talkin' he better be ready to just walk that sh*t out (ay)
Ay, we ain't gon' talk this sh*t out
He gon' drop that b*tch now you talking you gon' hit ground
[Verse 2: Lyte]
Light 'em up like a junkie boy got 'em smelling funky boy
Banana clip rip Johnny Bible you the monkey boy
Keep talking cash sh*t, you gon' be a fast lick
I ain't scared to blast it til' you be sleeping in a casket (bow bow bow)
Dripping like some acid b*tch when I'm on my savage sh*t
(?) you disappear magic trick
I got the baddest b*tch juggalette I bet I call yours
f*ck her 'til the pus*y walls tore yeah my homeboy'll know that I shattered that
Now you can have all that
Me and Ouija we get so much sheets now where that ladder at
Matter fact certified Great Lake boss b*tch I got that A-1 I ain't talking steak sauce