pest lyrics
by Kwite
[Verse 1]
Call me King Kong, I got a fist in every orifice
Need a b*tch to step on me like I'm playin' Origins
Eatin' too much, I gotta sh*t while recordin' this
I don't smoke weed, just spices, and it sorta hits?
Saving my virginity, won't catch me in a whore or b*tch
I'mma stay chaste, last to Smash like Sora is
Pocket pus*y’s got my p*nis redder than Korriban
His tip inside my mouth, suck the di*k like I'm snorkelin'
He blowin' out my back, its gettin' cracked like some porcelain
Even gay sex is still heteronormative
I take a block or a video then dip like an Enderman
Say “Kwite stole that title”, likе no sh*t, of course he did
Yeah my drink purplе, not lean though, its G-Fuel
Bigots call me slurs, that there’s a nice ring too
I give advice, that f*cks up your life like Bing do
Tried to eat a rock and now I got me a chipped tooth
Stacking up the mid rolls I'm forcin you to sit thru
I'm the last choice to post up with like b*tchute
Sad cause the world’s gonna die, that’s a big mood
We don't have a future, that’s the reason that I sip booze
Instrumental sound like Lo-Fi beats to cram too
I be in your scalp, on your head like some shampoo
A few old friends more two faced than Ranboo
If you got a Picrew avatar I can't stand you
[Bridge]
Honestly, most of everything I've said is all bullsh*t
I'm begging, like literally on my knees all doe eyed
Please don't take this that serious
I mean I'm feelin' delirious
Can't control myself, got hit with the imperious
Don't touch your balls at least the first time your hearin' this
One of my twitch chatters killed a cat and then buried it
[Verse 2]
Bangin' on the same mattress that I keep my money in
A Mr. Krabs mogul, don't give my employees benefits
All my podcasts have ended like most marriages
I f*ck dudes and get stoned, I'm out the Old Testament
Stackin' money on the top, like a Sega Genesis
I've been getting f*cked up worse than eugenics is
I talk sh*t more than a 4chan degenerate
Hard to cancel me like a Planet Fitness membership
They think “my channel’s dead”, and I think that they're all pessimists
The career’s lasted longer than those f*ck ass Confederates
Masked up, and big headed same as Darth Tenebrous
My di*k funky lookin', shaped kinda like a pencil is
Lotta folks on TikTok, who kinnin with, Oedipus
I tweet a lotta dumb sh*t, just for the hell of it
‘Nuf good people ‘round me so I'm not afraid of severance
I'm first in line to end it all, call the hoodie Pestilence