Funnyest copy pasta
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G-G-G G-Mayne
Here we go again, ayy (hehehe)
Always ready
Always ready
Ayy, woke up ready to eat
Hamburgers all on my mental
So tell what's on your menu
Cuz I'm hungry point blank simple (aya)
They say a cheeseburger will fix you (yah)
With tomatoes, onions and pickles (okay)
We know food makes me happy all you can see is my dimples
Everybody just don't get it (no way)
The life of a food critic (Bless tha Belly)
I treat my diet like masterp-
Cuz when I eat there's no limit (Imma eat)
I'm trynna cut down on beef (on beef)
So Imma go ahead and do chicken (chicken)
So juicy and delicious had to look at it before I bit it (hahaha)
Shirt too small now I can't fit it (whoosh)
Go ahead and mind your business (wha)
Cuz unless you paying my ticket
Imma eat like it's thanksgiving (I'm ready to eat)
My friends all are witnesses
Imma smack until I'm finished
Most would say I'm tripping
But I can feel it
Cuz I wake up in the morning
I got burgers on my mind
Mustard, ketchup, mayo, large drink and some extra fries
Then all my friends they be joking like
"When do you exercise?" (never)
I exercise my right to kill this burger with some fries (hahaha)
Cuz I got burgers on my mind (woo woo)
Hahaha
I got burgers on my mind -
[Verse 1]
Memories broken
The truth goes unspoken
I’ve even forgotten my name
I don’t know the season
Or what is the reason
I’m standing here holding my blade
A desolate place
Without any trace
It’s only the cold wind I feel
It’s me that I spite
As I stand up and fight
The only thing I know for real[Chorus]
There will be blood-
-shed
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one
Left
Will ride upon the dragon’s back
Because the mountains don’t give back what they take
Oh, no, there will be blood-
-shed
It’s the only thing I’ve ever known
[Verse 2]
Losing my identity
Wondering, have I gone insane?
To find the truth in front of me
I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height
And never realizing why I fight -
Hey, Hey, Hey
I got a GUN [gun click], no girls, girls gotta die [gunshots mixed with drums]
Wake up with no hhhuuueɘuuuHHH
Julioioioio̸͔͛hhhhh
I can I can't
Baby beans, you and your penis, and poopnis
JJJUUU UUUUUU ИИИИИИИИИИ HHHHH, jush jush
𝘑 𝘜 𝘔 𝘗 in the CAAC
GirrrrЯЯЯЯЯL -
poopnis
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Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone
Tweed jackets, on the go
Richest billers, richest killers
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone
Tweed jackets, on the go (ayy)
Richest spinners, richest killers (yeah, yeah)
I've got quail, pigeon, pheasant
Posh boy, don't mix with peasants (no)
Got a castle up in Scotland
But I don't know David Tennant
David Cameron gave me a trust fund loan
As an early Christmas present
So, I don't need to raise my voice no more
The opps only feel my presence
I drink tea and I rap
I put the T in trapper
Tory donor, Tory backer
Rest in peace to Margaret Thatcher (rest in peace)
Or, maybe not
She can stay there, lie deep down
In her dark grave, and rot (huh)
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan (yeah, yeah)
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone
Tweed jackets, on the go
Richest spinners, richest killers
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan (shh)
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone
Tweed jackets, on the go (ayy)
Richest spinners, richest killers (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got to do a quick shoutout for the mandem
Locked up in the pen', David Cameron, Boris Johnson
This song's for you
You know what? I fancy doing the chorus just one more time, okay?
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan (shh)
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone (yeah)
Tweed jackets, on the go (ayy)
Richest spinners, richest killers (yeah, yeah)
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone (yeah)
Tweed jackets, on the go (ayy)
Richest spinners, richest killers (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
