PETTY WETTY
{Freestyle Verse}
Stop being petty
‘Cause you’re only wetting your pants
Everyday like, every single f*cking day
Get it in your head, you’re f*cking gay, man!
Don’t try to f*ck with me
‘Cause you know what, if you do
You’re gonna end up under the bus
f*ck her titties, f*ck your mom’s titties
f*ck your girl’s titties, f*ck your sisters!
Bet you practice sodomy every single day
While you’re doing the laundry, pondering
Wandering, you’re mind ma, wondering away
‘Cause you know what, you’re f*cking gay
You must be sh*tstained, f*cked ‘cause
You’re f*cking with these chicks
Got the Rolex, got the Rolls Royce
With the sexy gadgets, oh man I’ve had it
I’m f*cking saddened, I’m spazzing
Very asthmatic, motherf*cker
Get out of my attic, yeah
You’re not storage, yeah
Though you think you are
You think you got the juice like an orange, b*tch
No you don’t, man, you’re abhorrent, man
You’re f*cking horrid, you ain’t on a torrid pace
‘Cause you know what, I’m here to erase you
From your f*cking place, yeah
You heard that ticking awhile ago, that was a time bomb
It’s gonna go off in your face if you try to pipe up
Don’t chirp little bird
We all know what your gonna say
You’re gonna say a dirty
You’re gonna say something real dirty, aye
Yeah, yeah, you’re f*cking gay
Let the little turd blossom play
‘Cause he’s just playing dead like an opossum
What the f*ck is this man?
Watch the f*cking sh*t blossom, man
Like a balloon, yeah, f*cking blows up
We’re on a platoon! Yeah!
I’m f*cking done with all your sh*t
Stop yapping like a platypus, yeah
Phineas and Ferb, man
Phineas, and pig turds
Pig turd, I wear a wig, ‘cause
I f*ck you in court
Gonna sue your head, you’ll soon be married!
Aye, this is my place, this is my face
This is my game, what you say, aye
Take it away, think you can shake off
Whatever I gave you, motherf*cker I gave
You nothing but trouble, ‘cause you know what
That’s nothing you heard
I guess we’re Irish, ‘cause we’re doubling it up
For something else, uh, you’re nothing, aye
Yeah, you’re gonna turn up to a little mush of sh*t
‘Cause you’re rushing, every single verse you spit
You’re still sh*tting man, you’re still sh*tting
Spitting sh*t, skitter skatter man
I think we’re popping Skittles again
Yeah, get off my turf
This ain’t you’re turf to surf on
Let’s check your search history
Bet it’s full of porn, PornHub!
I’ve been on CornHub, actually, lately