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2021
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Letra
At this point you should know about TPRR
I explained it last time using mediocre bars
We made a little room, with a beat to share
Then 17 shots of nut would go and fill the air
But there's a side to this tale that you haven't heard yet
And if you value your balls, this story may be a threat
Now listen to the legend of the root canals
That happened all because of Wet Floor Sign Gal, listen
Ass so flat it's perpendicular
But that doesn't matter cos' I'm still dicking her
Gave my benedictory
Floor so wet, pizzeria complementary
You bet she cleaned it up, warning everybody what the hell was up
I'm fucking fictional robots to fill up on my tip cup
Beating on steel like I'm Friedrich Alfred Krupp
This ain't Admin Bot, so you better not screw it up
I made the first song out of spite
But this was made in love cos' you begged for it all night
Like I was your lord above, that title fits me like a glove
Can you call my ass a pigeon when I'm sending in the doves?
Yeah I know this song is shit, but that's what you get
When you beg for useless gifts, Wet Floor Gal on my dick
Ride it up and down, put this shit in reverse
And take a look, who came up with this mothafucking verse?
It was me, not any of you aspirators
This ain't Pizzeria Builder, no collaborators
Hopping up in my song, we did it last time but now
I ain't gonn' get my spotlight stolen by the kid with unibrows
On his face and his cock, left Bite in a ditch
When he found out, I was fucking with his main bitch
So he tried moving to someone new
Call her Wet Floor Gal, but I stole that hoe too, look at you pussy
(Weizmann you dumb, Weizmann you stupid
He fucked yo robot, filled her with his fluid)
I would marry her, but in this case
To humiliate you more I slapped my dick on her face
But one day, my parents caught on to my activities
Wanted to send me to some mental facilities
Thought that I was mentally insane
Cause I’m fucking so much robots they’re convinced it’s in my brain
They locked me in a rubber room, not one splattered in coom
A nasty terrible place where you can't see anyone's face
No sights, no sounds, only walls that are padded
Left me to rot, like I’m the nut room that I added
I couldn't take it anymore, but then
I realized it was all in my head, and that’s when
I went to the diner again, and pressed playback
To the spot that Bite stay at to get my payback
But took a second to appreciate
Memories we had, before I would initiate
I’m about to troll, my dick takes control
As a whole I believe BiteIsMe has no soul
Thus on the way back, I went ahead and spilled water
So he slips on his balls, and can never make sons or daughters
I’m out from the slaughter, I’m fucking notorious
And by the end of the song, It’s me who’s victorious
I mean you really got me now
While she fingering your ass, little femboy go meow
Dumb bitch tryna fuck with me acting all pissed
Always pop up on the Massachusetts sex offender list
Holding Wet Floor Gal by the wrist with desire
The same motherfucker (Many of you know...) who was rapping with me prior
Spilled water on the floor, so I slip and you entice her
Now listen to the words that I have for Sogmeister
First things first, you're a cuck (I'm a cuck?)
Thought you stole my bitch, but she don't give a fuck
Crawled back on her knees, begging for you to forget her
Remember that you hate me so much only cause I'm better
No debate, I'm recovering weight, my gums, mental state
Three root canals, fillings and bills on my plate
It's great, now you saying shit isn't lyrical
So take an example and start praying for a miracle
Took a flight to Thailand to CNX of mine
Landed in AR, you asking for NH like the spade of nines
The number of my mags times three for your time
That you'd take to escape from this mothafucking rhyme
I am serious now, cause as the rapping continues
I am driving to your house, and I'm coming to kill you
With an AK-47 like my name is Jake Paul
Shoot up every single bot in this house on a call
With your grandma, you thought that you'll last generations
But barely last seconds when you're cumming out a nation
Of sperm in a condom, I don't even need that
Her expectations from you, I already exceed that
And when you'll be cornered, it's my pleasure
Turn you into Millie like a national treasure
Have you buried in the nut room if I ain't get switched on
By Wet Floor Gal, planning with you to snitch on me
When they caught me at the airport
The whole plan shattered, FBI escort
Tie me down to the chains now I see
Sogmeister slipped on the floor in Tennessee
Like me, now we both failed, tryna win
One paralyzed, other's ego in the bin
So before you slip on your mistakes, for the sake of your spine
Put a wet floor sign...
Put a wet floor sign...
Put a wet floor sign...
Put a goddamn wet floor sign...
(I don't actually like watching those-)
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