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Yo yo yo, what it is
Urethra Franklin on the radio again, yee yee
Makin' your bitch moister than an oyster, yuh

Bitches in my big red car, I take them down to my casino
Pullin’ up these bitches think that I'm a white Gambino
‘Cause my dick is like an accent mark, it's all about the over E’s
But like Aretha Franklin, I can't get no R-S-P-C-T

Find out what it means to me
Your man's got a vasectomy
He takes a feather sword and sticks it right inside his rectum
He is not the man he used to be
He ain't no Greg, he's Sam to me
He sucked all eight of Henry's dicks and now he goes by Dorothy

Uh, going solo on ya boys this game
I got the kinda beat that puts the Polo Boys to shame
I see you tryna act so hard but I already came
I'm a fighting Irishman, call me Notre Dame
Your face is red like Murray
And everything is blurry
I'm turning into a golden knight like Marc-Andre Fleury
And now you’re filled with worry
So if you run, then hurry
Or else you will be fucked like an animal by a furry

Twinkle twinkle little bitch, I wonder what the fuck you are
Bitches cum all over me as if I am a pornstar
You say you’re a raider but you're overrated like Derek Carr
You’re the type of dude to get pulled over by a DARE car

Your girl blue balls you like the Super Bowl halftime show
Call me Pearl Jam ‘cause my bars still got that even flow
Your girl will handle my long shaft ‘cause she's a hoe
How many licks does it take to make me cum? The world will never know

I make my own beat with a zero dollar budget here
If traps are gay, then I don't need a beat that makes me queer
Fuck Tekashi 6ix9ine, I'm finna racketeer
I make your hoe so wet that I’ma drink her like a beer

Take that bitch and eat her out, her ass is like fruit salad
You have a hard time tryna make your raps and rhymes valid
I hear you stumble on your words like a dyslexic
I make a beat so hard that it made Anthony go anorexic
Sleeping with all you motherfuckers like my name is Jeff
Moving like a turtle, you can smell the purple in my breath
What makes you think that you'll survive? You're on the brink of death
You even doubt the fact that you have nothing left

Oh really? O'Reilly!
Fuck it, I'll do it live
Demolishing these bitches with a wrecking ball like Miley
Call me Cyrus ‘cause I ride this big red car and I've got mags
When I give my bone to your girl she will suck it like she's Wags

Black smoke rising over trees, it's the new age crisis
You acted hard but now you're just as relevent as ISIS
You wouldn't think that someone as humble as I would even write this
But you've been blindsighted, call it iridosyclitis

Uh, sniffin' pussies like a beagle
Poppin' bitches with my Glock and with my deagle
Fuck Jim Crow, this is separate, not equal
I dripped so hard that I had to make a sequel

Uh, and I know yall will still be hatin'
‘Cause in my big red car your girls are misbehavin'
Here's my business card, I don't want you to be mistaken
The one who took you down is the one and only Urethra Franklin