Vietnam - $uicideboy$

«Who said that?

Who the fuck said that?

Who’s the slimy little communist shit

twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant?

Nobody, huh?

The fairy fucking godmother said it!

Out-fucking-standing!

I will P.T.

you all until you fucking die!»

Uh

This a $crim beat

Uh, digging for all the facts, uh

Ruby da Cherry, yah

DJ $crim with that 808

You can catch me chillin' with the polar bears

Bogus fucking jokes on us sucka' punch

Dat D.A.R.E sweatshirt wearing motherfucker $crim

Scarier Ric Flair, been there, done jack

Sack full of cash, backpack of hash

Grab that stash and dash, there ain’t never a clash

Rip a flash

Swallow ya' soul through a flask

Grab that mask, and never look back

Black plague sick

Oh, wait—I meant to say slick

Pissing on his missin' Mrs (yeah, uh)

Dippin' the tip in the grip, and sippin' glory

Tippin' Maury

It’s a fuckin' secret story

Kinda boring, yeah—

Uh

Stormin' in the southeast

Shit, it’s really pouring, but I’m snorin'

Hit the alarm clock

While my stocks in farm blocks

Gets hot, like a pot

On the fuckin' stove oven top

«Hell, I like you.

You can come over to my house and fuck my sister.

You little scumbag!

I’ve got your name!

I’ve got your ass!»

($lick $loth, work!)

Ridin' solo, through Kyoto with four hoes

I’m a no-show for more shows

Wanna tango

Drinkin' Faygo, maybe mango

Got a tan, hoe

Couple ten bros

Make a fan go, to the van, hoe

Fuck her mouth 'til the tears start pourin' out

I’m just chillin' eating pizza in a foreign house

Quiet as a mouse, plottin' on a spouse

What’s this all about?

I don’t even know

Only thing I know is that I’m throwed

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Sippin' and spillin'

Villians is chilling (yeah, right)

Eatin' on children (grrah!), it’s $crimmy the villain!

Got penicillin, munchin' on Chilli’s

Pop a few willies

Pop a few pillies (bleurgh!)

Bite a few titties

With my homeboy Timmy (timmy!)

Grippin' on semis

(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah!)

«—exactly three fucking seconds to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face,

or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you!

One!

Two!

Three!»

«Sir, I can’t help it, sir!»

«Bullshit!

Get on your knees, scumbag!!!»

This is my rifle!

This is my gun!

This is for fighting!

This is for fun!