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[Intro]
*phone dials* Dr. Lesterman, *clears throat* I’m sorry to bother you but I think I’m close to a temper control incident-
“You have reached the office of Dr. Judy Lesterman and Dr. Ira Rodkips. The office is now closed. If this is a pharmacy call ple-
*scream followed by a loud smash and dialtone*
I promised myself I wouldn’t do this but…
*building collapses*
I will destroy you all. I won’t stop until your whole planet is as ugly as you perceive me to be
[Verse 1]
Lost in the 202, 666 like you know who
Skate down Georgia Avenue, French bitch like my sacrebleu
Caucasian skinned Cassanova, but I’ll snatch your cousins newborn out the baby stroller
Stay swerving to escape the police, but I’m really tryna focus on my Rape diploma
Shots and shots of Vodka go down into my esopha-
-gus plus both my nuts have been itching since last semana
What the fuck is the difference between Gucci, Louis, Prada
If all I’m seeing is nada after sipping holy water
All of my dreaming is lucid, therefore my lyrics confuse these
People who truly believe, I’m still with the group Og Musick
That came to a conclusion, soon as Chris stopped making music
Jojo abandoned the crewship to make art with Drake and Ruben
Fuck a George Clooney, bitch my life is a movie
I’m gone drink a Shroomy Smoothie make that shit more Looney Tuney
Ever since I was puny, I’ve been Ugly Judy Zooming
With this Uzi, scope got Birds Eye View, No Banjo just Kazooie
[Chorus] x2
I upload my lyrics w/ tracks for all these niggas who think they can rap x 2
They call me, Mr. Ugly, disgusting in my Snuggy
I’m so fucking Musty still these bitches wanna fuck me
[Verse 2]
„Why does he keep doing that?” Does he think that he’s famous”
Well all you little faggets complaining can eat my anus
Strain all on my brain due to knowledge I’ve been obtaining
Rappers still worried bout bars like they all locked inside some cages
Or maybe your mind is, do even know where your third eye is
If you saw with your mind you would find it, but you’re worried about being the flyest
ASAP Rocky said Multiply well my goons came to cut and divide you
Like I’m sorry my dude, you must be so confused, Do you think that real life is a high school?
Same old shit is getting older every morning
Mourning before yawning that’s the age we we’re all born in
Tell me who your lord is and I’ll tell ye thine supporters
While these rap cats still remaining flashing fat stacks and air Jordans
Men can’t comprehend me, they’re not friendly, full of envy
One of seven deadly, like the Dragon Ball’s assembly
Wishing some wicked spirit would come inhibit my lyrics
I wrote this in twenty minutes like a fucking journal entry
[Chorus] x2
[Outro]
You’re Ugly, Ahahahahahahha!!!
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