🎵 Krusty’s Children // by FV

5 ContributorsKrusty’s Children Lyrics ZNAJDZIECIE NAS RÓWNIEŻ NA INSTAGRAMIE! Rap Genius dla Początkujących? Jak korzystać z Rap Genius?Jak tworzyć własne adnotacje? [Verse 1] Alright, friends, you must be trippin A bunch of wacky-ass clowns, are you Krusty's children? That's hella great, one-two, man my stuff is wicked Don't hestitate, kung-fu, I'mma bust these chickens Must be the sickest, man, my throat is itching Don't have a lotta policies, but I'm opposed to bitching I'm like a -- drug dealer, never closed to business And I'm iller than a pillow of a hoe with syphilis Even the childrens know the flow's ridiculous Really though I'm really bored and I'm growing sick of it The daily minefield, Lord of War like Nicholas I'm going to spit whatever my tounge will hit me with They say I'm crazy, that's a load of gibberish Aw, you see a flaw and I'm supposed to give a shit? Nah, Because I know that what I show is riveting Am I the greatest, well, hold on, man, lemme think I have to say, yes ma'am - affirmative Even though my background screams that I am a white suburban kid Listen to me and check those tight-ass words I spit I'm not one to sit there, I'm defiantly stirring the mix The school is out, but you're not over learning shit And the sting of knowledge, son, it's going to burn just a bit My soul is golden, you're not gold, you're silverish So, riddle me this, who's the boldest villain there is? That's me, I'm glad we agree What can I say, man, gee, all you challengers flee I'm like the RZA, mothafuckers, it's apalling to me And you know what? I got no friends, you're all enemies [Hook] All you misognystic weirdo fucks, talk about nothing but... fucking bitches, doing chicks , screwing females, banging babes, pounding girls, boning honeys, porking sluts and... And that's just not my style, that's not my style, at all, wanna know why? Okay, I tell you why [Verse 2] 'Cause I don't fuck bitches I am more considerate - I hug bitches And ask them how their day went Was it fun, bitches? I got heart beating so strong That my lung itches I'm such a gentleman Her cunt twitches I am a hunter-gatherer so really fuck fridges I roll a fatty and I burn it - you're in motherfucking luck, briges Life's a bitch and the slut's frigid And fuck Death, 'cause she isn't giving up the digits (Aha) But this is it, man, I gotta live it I'm like motherfucking Earth, man, I gotta pivot I will be winning for eternity not a minute But not this moment, 'cause my stomach's Got about a dozen bottles in him And pretty soon, I be vomiting 'em It's such a shame though, 'cause so much alcohol was in'em A quick sneeze and I'm back on my feet, asking for weed Take a puff and I'm back for dinner