MK Ultra lyrics

[Intro: Fletch}

You need a second or are we recording?

[Verse: Fletch]

Yo baby momma gotta crystal cavern pus*y
I wouldn't touch it
Homie you'd have to push me
I'd need a pickaxe, a harness, and a pulley
I wouldn't get half a chub
f*ck a fully
Picture your slow motion blood drops in a blizzard
See the streets have you red coat like you British
So we apply for bank loans speaking Yiddish
Your team’s if-ish
Your weed’s midish
I heard your mom is just the typic
That only kiss the tipish
I don't care if her buns glisten like rotisserie chicken
I’ma just sit back and pimp her
For her handicap sticker
And ain't no tellin where I might surface
My country shows will have the migrant workers out there twerkin’
I sent your mamaw for shells man that sh*t was worthless
They said no shoes no shirts
No service
I am so nerdish
And I'm so purpish
And I'm so muthaf*cka bite the curbish
I'm the turd b*tch
Rap god I fart frankincense and myrrh b*tch