Long Live Jerry Springer lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, what the f*ck, Hari?
Hahaha, b*tch (Oh my God)
Still'll get low, yeah

[Chorus]
I walk wit' my chest high, but I still'll get low
When I got this shell catcher I gotta step out in shell toes
Me and gang tote heavy metal 'cause we come from the hellhole
He was leanin' off that cup, I hit his ass he fell over
I don't even think these n*ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
All the opps is fags, they gotta die, think I was homophobic
Ain't gotta do too much, yo' hoe gon' f*ck on me just 'cause thе rollie
f*ck the weavе up off this b*tch, she green and soft like guacamole

[Verse 1]
n*ggas claimin' that they demons, I'm gon' give 'em sum' holy
Four five make him go fast, this nine'll make him die slowly
Hoe claim that I f*ck wit' her, that hoe cap, I don't know her
[?] inside these bullets, I hit his ass he leaned over
This lil' hoe here give me a headache, I ain't tryna deal wit' her
I'm gon' f*ck ya' then I'll block you, I'm sorry if ya' feel bitter
n*gga tryna play me like I'm green, I look like a dill pickle?
n*gga must don't know 'fore this rap sh*t Tony was a real hitter
I call my ARP a llama 'cause that b*tch a real spitter
I play ring around the rosy then grew up a real spinner
Hell nah we not from Jamaica, but we all some real n*ggas
Hoe can say whatever she say, I don't give no f*ck, I still hit her
Four five with the f*ckin' switchy, can't even see it, this b*tch invisible
And spin sh*t just like a ritual, we hit him three, got left in critical
Only thing that he gon' fight is bullets, n*gga let's get physical
In this b*tch boy you do what I say, my rule go like the principal
[Chorus]
I walk wit' my chest high, but I still'll get low
When I got this shell catcher I gotta step out in shell toes
Me and gang tote heavy metal 'cause we come from the hellhole
He was leanin' off that cup, I hit his ass he fell over
I don't even think these n*ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
All the opps is fags, they gotta die, think I was homophobic
Ain't gotta do too much, yo' hoe gon' f*ck on me just 'cause the rollie
f*ck the weave up off this b*tch, she green and soft like guacamole

[Verse 2]
Might get a spot in the Ritz Carlton 'cause I get cheesy like a cracker
All the opps extinct, we iced 'em over, turned 'em pterodactyl
b*tch don't think sh*t sweet, I'll split yo' sh*t, I'm not no regular rapper
I been steppin' since we in Gerber, slappin' n*ggas out his pamper
In the street this sh*t get nasty dirty, I'm talkin' 'bout a hamper
Knock the beef up out yo' sh*t, I'm talkin' 'bout hungry hungry helper
n*gga don't turn out like lil' Fred, f*cked the glasses out [?]
Me and my n*ggas in the woods firin' them sticks like we some campers

[Chorus]
I walk wit' my chest high, but I still'll get low
When I got this shell catcher I gotta step out in shell toes
Me and gang tote heavy metal 'cause we come from the hellhole
He was leanin' off that cup, I hit his ass he fell over
I don't even think these n*ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
All the opps is fags, they gotta die, think I was homophobic
Ain't gotta do too much, yo' hoe gon' f*ck on me just 'cause the rollie
f*ck the weave up off this b*tch, she green and soft like guacamole