Testicle Mafia - Shit Ass Hat Freestyle
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{intro}
E-e-e-e-energy made this one!
Dj bastion
{verse 1: jicc}
I pulled up with twists, and i'm gonna' hit the griddy
This bitch didn't wanna' fuck, but she did for pity (testicle mafia!)
Aye, i'm ridin' round' in the city
Aye, and i got the blicky (ayeee)
I'll hit her through the 69, aye, i hit her though the 69 (d-d-dj)
But i ain't even got the time!
So i nut on her face, aye
And it's really kinda' lime, aye
My dick taste like lime (testicle! testicle!)
Uh, uh, i ain't even drop a dime
Yo' bitch, she's a dimе
I ain't gotta' rhyme (waaa!)
I hit him with the griddy
I pull up, it gettin' kinda' sticky
Uh, i hit him with thе stiiizy
Uh, i hit him like i'm drizzy
Cause i started from the bottom
Uh, and i'm goin' full throttle
Uh, and i put him in a bottle (ar-ar-ar)
And she rub me down
Whoo, whoo, bitch, i mean we had sex
{verse 2: jaebaby}
Waaaaaaaaaa!
Bouta' drop a- (bum)
Bouta drop a cheeky verse (i am a baby-waby)
Pull up to the stoo', you know that noah's gonna' poo
Jake is in the back, and he's sippin' on some yak
And i can't even finish this track, but wait-
Aaa-ooo-aaa
{verse 3: guacc}
Hey man, i'm just bored (huh?)
Cut you with a sword (shing!)
Pull out a knife
I know you all on strife
I got the crocodile head
Pin down noah in the bed (yayuh!)
Call me don toliver, i pull up (i pull up!)
I can't even do a pull up (dj, dj)
Jaxon really tryna' pull my pants down? (what!?)
I'm a king i gotta' crown
Deck of cards
They're tryna' get me hard
{verse 4: noawh}
Recording in the crib (testicle! testicle!)
Jakey need a bi-ib (ee-ee)
Cause he's my baby
I hold him like a... like i'm stacey (what!?)
Basti is recording
He's... farting! (alright pause that, that's good)
Call me mike myers cause i'm inside a cat
And when i say cat, i'm talking bout' hat
I didn't know you were chill like that
I didn't know you could griddy like that!
I snitch on my homies, like a rat
I can't stand you guys, i'm sat (what!?)
{verse 5: bast1on}
Yo, it's bast1on on the beat
Just kidding, he's rapping
Instead of fapping (let's go!)
I be clappin' ya' bitch
And ya' motha', and ya' fatha' (la la la!)
Nah wait, i'm bouta come back like a boomerang
Yo' bitch i bang
On her dress i left a stain
When i make beats i turn up the game (turn it up!)
I don't belong to a gang (testicle mafia!)
I don't have anything else to say, so ima' just say this
If me and your bitch were in a room- (mhm?)
{intro}
E-e-e-e-energy made this one!
Dj bastion
{verse 1: jicc}
I pulled up with twists, and i'm gonna' hit the griddy
This bitch didn't wanna' fuck, but she did for pity (testicle mafia!)
Aye, i'm ridin' round' in the city
Aye, and i got the blicky (ayeee)
I'll hit her through the 69, aye, i hit her though the 69 (d-d-dj)
But i ain't even got the time!
So i nut on her face, aye
And it's really kinda' lime, aye
My dick taste like lime (testicle! testicle!)
Uh, uh, i ain't even drop a dime
Yo' bitch, she's a dimе
I ain't gotta' rhyme (waaa!)
I hit him with the griddy
I pull up, it gettin' kinda' sticky
Uh, i hit him with thе stiiizy
Uh, i hit him like i'm drizzy
Cause i started from the bottom
Uh, and i'm goin' full throttle
Uh, and i put him in a bottle (ar-ar-ar)
And she rub me down
Whoo, whoo, bitch, i mean we had sex
{verse 2: jaebaby}
Waaaaaaaaaa!
Bouta' drop a- (bum)
Bouta drop a cheeky verse (i am a baby-waby)
Pull up to the stoo', you know that noah's gonna' poo
Jake is in the back, and he's sippin' on some yak
And i can't even finish this track, but wait-
Aaa-ooo-aaa
{verse 3: guacc}
Hey man, i'm just bored (huh?)
Cut you with a sword (shing!)
Pull out a knife
I know you all on strife
I got the crocodile head
Pin down noah in the bed (yayuh!)
Call me don toliver, i pull up (i pull up!)
I can't even do a pull up (dj, dj)
Jaxon really tryna' pull my pants down? (what!?)
I'm a king i gotta' crown
Deck of cards
They're tryna' get me hard
{verse 4: noawh}
Recording in the crib (testicle! testicle!)
Jakey need a bi-ib (ee-ee)
Cause he's my baby
I hold him like a... like i'm stacey (what!?)
Basti is recording
He's... farting! (alright pause that, that's good)
Call me mike myers cause i'm inside a cat
And when i say cat, i'm talking bout' hat
I didn't know you were chill like that
I didn't know you could griddy like that!
I snitch on my homies, like a rat
I can't stand you guys, i'm sat (what!?)
{verse 5: bast1on}
Yo, it's bast1on on the beat
Just kidding, he's rapping
Instead of fapping (let's go!)
I be clappin' ya' bitch
And ya' motha', and ya' fatha' (la la la!)
Nah wait, i'm bouta come back like a boomerang
Yo' bitch i bang
On her dress i left a stain
When i make beats i turn up the game (turn it up!)
I don't belong to a gang (testicle mafia!)
I don't have anything else to say, so ima' just say this
If me and your bitch were in a room- (mhm?)