Dookie Butt Freestyle (The Box Freestyle Pt. 2) lyrics

(Intro)
Matter of fact part 2 of the box
Imma start off the same and imma flip the script quick

Oh I feel like a n*gga (Hold up)

(Verse 1)
(Uh, uh) From the bottom of the barrel where it’s real gritty
b*tch in the back sucking on her titties
Came from the dirt
That sh*t Hurt!
Knew a n*gga named Burt
He worked at Walgreens with me
He was from the inner city
I said, “Burt, How you feel about Trump?”
He said, “Man I gotta take a dump
Can ya, Cover my shift
Cause I gotta sh*t
I got diarrhea”

(Intermission)
f*ck! I don’t know what I was gonna say after that
I ain’t done hold up

(Verse 2)
I got diarrhea
Man I’m dying please help me
I gotchu bro
Chelk me
Selk me, Belk me, relk me, chelk me
Chika-chika wik-wiki riki-riki riki dookie butt
Uh, So I hop to Walgreens
Like, “Yo!
Can I get some help on isle 3?”
There’s a spill
With a mop
Man f*ck it im finna call the cops
This n*gga hoein me
Talkin bout sum
There ain't no showin me
But imma show a n*gga
What a real n*gga look like
Your girlfriend look like a dyke
Do you know how to ride a bike?
Training-wheel ass n*gga
Pain to kill ass n*gga
Poppin pills ass n*gga
Ain't got no bills ass n*gga! (Uh)
So I hopped back home
Called Burt said, “Ay, listen up
Covered your shift
Imma need a quick buck”
Maybe a quick suck n f*ck
But not from Burt!
From the b*tch next door
She’s quite the whore
I really wanted some of that gushy pus*y
I said, “Burt, don’t be pushy”
But tell her, “Ay, this n*gga wanna f*ck”
Im just tryna bust a nut
Thats all I want
Nothing more nothing less
She said sure
Thank you for the dollar (donation noti)
Uh, holla
b*tches in the Bahamas
Talking dolla
Talking hot sh*t till they get SMACKED UP!
DONT ACT UP!
AHHH