Tag The Tongue 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Brian]
Tell me all about yourself while I be reading labels
On these cans of different spices, I should work for Isis
It's the little tard boy and I be less of a f*ck giver
Suck on my crusted limp c*ck until you taste my liquids
Middle finger up, it's my history look
Other finger in her c*nt while reading recipe books
Really, what's the proper way to bake a b*tches butt cheek
And saute her f*cking face, uh huh
I'll tell you all of it and then...

[Verse 2: Dale]
Dale comes in with my balls on your chin
I f*cked your mama's ass and I'll do it all again
Christ or sin, I'm all about booty shaking
Brian's frying b*tches and it smells like f*cking bacon
f*ck boys want a taste of this tard-f*cking hole
I pin 'em with my balls like I won the star bowl
Yeah I got a shunt, but I got a hard skull
In retaliation, I ate their mama's fart hole

[Verse 3: Brian]
Dale knows all the secrets to the spices and the treasure
That I'm hiding in the kitchen, add some p*ss for decent measures
I keep a healthy piston, Mrs. Dash for the riches
And a di*k inside her lips before I cook her, I will miss it
Wanna waggle on my sour dough plate for a second
Pizza tackle box toppings on your legs for a second
Some onions, and some garlic, and some cheddar, this'll tickle
That's enough because she's got some big 'ol pepperoni nipples
[Verse 4: Dale]
Sick faggots wanna talk about my little di*k
Nice talking b*tch, acting like you f*cking slick
f*cking sick dude, I hear a bunch of screaming
It's my boy on your girl reaming, and we 'bout to team it (team it)
Big dreaming, it's Dale Nasty
I f*cked your mama's back meat, yeah I clapped them ass cheeks
f*cking whack me, do it to the track beat
Do it nasty, like a taxi's backseat

White Rabbit

[Intro: Tag the Tongue Sample]
f*cking with my di*k (x6)

[Verse 1: Brian]
Ship shape like a tard boy should've been
Ever since college I've been thinking how much could I give
Of a f*ck, Rag-a-Muffin, Zachy woulda lived
If he didn't press all on my buttons like a little b*tch
I shot him, I f*cking shot him
Had these coppers on my ass, they wanna say 'Oh hey, I got him'
But they didn't, 'cause I'm still out on the run, I'm f*cking running
And the fun is wearing off, I got a gun, I'm f*cking stunting sh*t
And the sky is tinged, it's a deep coat yellow
Like the bottom of the feet on hippy fellows
And my yellow swelled up, and jello cups
Summer wearing out and I don't give a single mother f*ck
[Verse 2: Dale]
Roll hard, rolling sturdy, I'm a birdy b*tch
Ball park playing like a god damn make a wish
Plate hard for the hot boys, not Brian's story like he drops noise
Acting like a f*ck boy
Not a choice, my brain's all f*cked up
Shunt in the back with a good front shuck (dude)
Aw shucks, what a f*cked up life
With a 1 - 2 walk I step in stride
When I'm on the dance floor and I'm 'bout to get live
And I bob my head to the song of life
f*ck a disco, I jive in the attic
Spray on the crowd with a fully automatic

[Verse 3: Brian]
Live a life of sh*t and nothing ever getting done
I take a tooth out of your sister and I'll shove it up your butt
'Cause I'm a slick willy retard, silly with the Tommy Gun
Take out my di*k and put it firmly in your mommy's guts
Tripping hard, I don't know where the floor ends
Head on, apply directly to the forehead
And Dale's leg's twisted up in a knot
And I ain't f*cking sh*t, but I love what I got
f*ck a forest and desert, I've been floored for a minute
In my jungle I've been thinking all about my f*cking business
Get the f*ck out of my way if we don't have no common interests
I'm the eye of the beholder, hold my c*ck, console the witness
With the rock, it's a pet, and I met with Barack
And he told me that he's bombing hella pus*y like a lot
I'm the real Kid Icarus, harpoons and sharp spoons
Pimp in the tycoon, who's next to lampoon?
[Verse 4: Dale]
Not, not a, not a f*cking toy
f*cking with my di*k 'cause I ain't a boy
f*ck no, I'm not living like mice
I'm not about a life where I have to think twice
Not nice when I put 'em on ice
Let 'em all rot in a bag of rice
God damn, I'm soaring like a phantom
Got me a room at the local Hampton
With a black coffin and them all gold rungs
For the white rabbit we run-run-run
Me and Brian all about that fun
About that fun, and we're tagging tongues