Curly Fries lyrics

[Verse]
Oh, oh, oh yes, can you read me?
I would like to eat that pus*y like I'm gonna eat meat
Make a pus*y-lasagne, can you please speak?
Calling me a pescatarian? I'll make a fish queef
I'm the best of the best, I like to cook a lot
f*ck your sister and your mum in the same bed, so what
You gonna do? I'm making home noodles
I'd love a takeaway so much I'd love to f*ck a poodle, dawg
Man, I'm in my element, I opt to f*cking pan-on
Screw noodles or dumplings, I'm gonna cook something pink
It's a thing, oh sh*t, I missed the link
Whiskey's for pussies, I need a real drink
Let me speed it up, double time
Gonna make a rhyme about making curly fries
Your ass is mine before I pound it from behind
f*ck home movies, I'm gonna light a doobie
Puff a Philly blunt before I'm wrapping up a loosie
Sprinkle in some crystal meth because I like the blue sh*t
Go ahead and crack a light because I'd like to brew this
Call me "LazyTown" because my cooking skill's the best
My epic recipe resides in Stephanie's breasts
Slurping up some pus*y all for that flavour, I'd
Like to taste some pus*y because pus*y is my favourite
f*ck di*ks, 'cause that's what pus*y does
See, I'm not gay, a gay wouldn't suck a pus*y off
I keep talking 'bout pus*y, see, I'm not trying to hide something
I wouldn't lie to someone who wouldn't even try the thing
Open up a MacBook, I'm tryna to get a recipe
See, I don't know how to cook when I don't have the expertise
I try to distance myself from my own family
I grab a cookbook for making me a mac' and cheese
Amputees anger me, why don't you have any knees?
I guess it isn't fair to judge someone off their looks
Well, oh well, I'll have to get a cookbook
So I can find the main purpose of the look
I'm really trying to find that f*ck (Oh)
It's what I get for making a track with many rhymes
Once I've done this track I'd like to put it aside
See, I've got to finish it like I end my life
With a wet bowl of sh*tty curly fries