CHASECOWBOY lyrics

[INTRO]
(Mhhhhhh)
(Ay, I feel like Rey Mysterio in this b*tch, finna hit a 619 on the hoes)
(One time! Follow me tho)
(Yeah)
(Shake that ass ho)
(Shake that ass ho)
(What you say?)
(What you say?)

[VERSE]
Ay, 10 fat b*tches in a mansion
b*tch I’m Charles Manson
Hop up in that booth and throw a tantrum
Yo momma think I’m handsome, she treat me like her grandson
Sneak up in that pus*y, she get f*cked by Danny Phantom (Danny Phantom)
Young hooligan beat his meat (yup)
Nut between her lips, it be hard for her to speak (yah)
Then she take my di*k and she start to brush her teeth (why?)
b*tches on my di*k and off my di*k ‘cause I’m a geek
f*ck a math class, b*tch, I’d rather grab ass (true)
Pornos and my pet turtle and my backpack (yah)
Its called a backpack, not a f*ckin’ nap sack
Imma slap yo ass b*tch, tell me what the f*ck is that (yuh)
I be off some drugs, I be walkin’ round wobbly
Said she wanted flowers, but I gave her marijuana leaves
They say if you gettin’ high, then do that sh*t responsibly (yuh)
b*tch, f*ck that sh*t, I do my life irresponsibly (yeah, yeah)
f*ck the whole world, slap a b*tch with a turkey leg (wow)
I’mma eat some waffles after that a couple percocets
Need some good luck, finna rub on Eddie Murphy head
Told her it’s my bedtime
“But it ain’t even 7:30 yet!”
(Okay....?)
Yeah…? But I’m tryna watch the looney tunes
If you still here, I’ll be lookin at yo boobies, boo
f*ckin’ hate babies, I don’t wanna hear that goochie goo
I’mma wife ya auntie if her pus*y smell like juicy fruit
Tryna get a b*tch off, but I ain’t a lawyer (naw)
b*tch I’m broke as f*ck, bump my cigarettes for quarters (yuh)
Fourth grade I caught pus*y playin’ my recorder
Call her Suckleberry Finn, ho, I feel like tom sawyer
I’m an alien, don’t compare me to them other guys
I’ll be in the backyard, smokin’, catchin’ butterflies
Come in for a sandwich, then I sing yo son some lullabies
Soon he fall asleep, I’ll be rubbin’ on his mother’s thighs
I dont trust b*tches like I don’t trust the government
I’m tryna turn my oven off, I don’t know where the button is
I found it, take my dinner out, and smack her with the oven mitt
I can finally cross off “f*ck a midget” from my bucket list
Momma told me clean my room
Momma just ate some shrooms
Slipped and dropped my brain
Goddamn, I think I need a broom
Bring yo b*tch to evil doom
Not before we leave the moon
Kinda like her cheap perfume
Someone pass the weed cocoon
[OUTRO]
I don’t give a f*ck (give a f*ck)
I don’t give a f*ck (give a f*ck)
I don’t give a f*ck, naw
I don’t give a f*ck (give a f*ck)
I don’t give a f*ck
I don’t give a f*ck
I don’t give a f*ck b*tch
I don’t give a f*ck
(ahahahaha)
(And I got a f*ckin’ cold, b*tch)