ABCMOUSE lyrics

[J Trauma]
Ayee, b*tch!
A A A, what?

Ayo b*tch, put this di*k under your tongue like a thermometer
These motherf*ckers really different, they some commoners
And while yo' b*tch come hold this c*ck it be bumpin' on her monitor
I'm on patrol, pus*y, Trauma hall monitor
Got my gang all on yo' ass it look like Temple Run
I put the pistol to your skull and watch your temple run
It hold your memories forever b*tch it [?]
Hit her with scoliosis then she told my ass "be gentle, hon'"

Get the spinal fracture, smokin' doinky by the rasher
I can feel my soul ascending but I think it's just the dopey
This gon' be the final chapter, BrainPOPpin' Tim and Moby
Tryin' to watch the globe crumble all I know is misanthropy

Man I feel I should kill, Trauma baller boy
Feet on mankind, you be fallin' boy
You need that bag then do not hesitate to call me, boy
I'm having nicotine withdrawals me boy

f*ckin' a b*tch, rockin' a b*tch, she not half bad enough for the sh*t
f*ckin' a b*tch, rockin' a b*tch, she not half bad enough for the sh*t
f*ckin' a b*tch, rockin' a b*tch, she not half bad enough for the sh*t
All of that cappin' we talkin' the sh*t
I be the [?] in the sh*t, b*tch
[MKULTRA]
I'm a piece of sh*t, twisted on a stick
Tell it to the kids, they won't even know the diff'
On repeat just like a GIF, play it 'til you're sick
'Til you're puking out your guts, then you've had enough of it
I just pop a [?] and f*ckin' split, you be groveling
Stumbling [?] I'm hovering, I'm self-governin'
I won't sell my soul, no covenant, f*ck that sh*t
Never miss I always hit, not callin' it, b*tch

I DON'T GIVE A f*ck, YEAH I'M A CUCK
GIVE UP ON YOU b*tchES ACTIN' [?] JUST LIKE A NUN
b*tch I ATE A SKUNK [?] FOR LUNCH
b*tch I'M GOING DUMB, ALL THESE b*tchES MAKE ME NUMB

b*tch I got the runs
I don't got no funds (no funds!)
b*tch I'm having fun (yeah)