Genetic codes render me
A permanent f*** up
The only words from my mouth are
Blatant vulgar insults
Belligerent m***********
Beer drinker b**** slapper
In my hand I hold my weapon f*****
Made of malt liquor
A forty to the face
At high velocity
A forty to the face
At point blank range
I'll smack the taste
Out your f****** mouth
I won't use my hand
I'll use my 40 ounce
A permanent f*** up
The only words from my mouth are
Blatant vulgar insults
Belligerent m***********
Beer drinker b**** slapper
In my hand I hold my weapon f*****
Made of malt liquor
A forty to the face
At high velocity
A forty to the face
At point blank range
I'll smack the taste
Out your f****** mouth
I won't use my hand
I'll use my 40 ounce