[Intro]
Fuck my ass, dad
Fuck my ass, dad
Fuck my ass, dad
Fuck my ass, dad

[Verse 1]
Gonna pack a dad in my backpack
When I backpack across the back-tracks in Baghdad
Wait, did you catch that with my fast raps?
Better strap in to the mad tracks
See, I strap in with the strap on 'cause it's game on
With my flow so strong 'cause flame on
Spit storm in the hot booth and
Niggas never go what I go through, yo

[Verse 2]
Bars so sick I split membranes
I got words so hot you go in flames
What you feel is pain
Grab another needle and inject in the vain
Injecting the strain of cocaine into the brain
You see, it's twisting your face
What you will see is all fake
'Cause they all lie to your face
They tell you that you're not just potty
You're going insane

[Verse 3]
Come back when the shit ends
Write this with a BiC® pen
'Cause I get long and dicks-tends
Got six hen 'cause I like ass
Get thick hens for the right ask and I kick sheds
I'll just do me with a brief end
And I get beaten for breathing and skeeting without meaning
When I wack off to penis 'til I'm raw and bleeding

[Outro]
Fuck my ass, dad
Fuck my ass, dad
Fuck my ass, dad
Fuck my ass, dad
Yuh-yeah, blegh

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