Macaroni

By Dat Toaster

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[Intro]

What the fuck is this? Some kind of nintendo bullshit?

*sigh* Whatever. I'll give it a shot

Okay, okay

Dat To... stop, fucking stop, stop STOP

That sounded like a fucking autistic parade

Let me just.... okay...


[Verse 1]

Hells bells swingin bitch, make your ears ring and shit

You can tell the Rock that I'm just fuckin bringin it

I make my own beats and lyrics, but I'm not singing shit

I spit em like I spit vile ooze, I'm the creepiest

Kraft, I'm the cheesiest, these hoes are the easiest

I get 'em in the bed and I tell em "ride my penis, bitch"

Is your cunt bleeding, bitch? Sorry, didn't mean it bitch

I'm gonna be an asshole until I start feeling rich

My women are fallacies, all girls do is laugh at me

Except for this one girl, but she's in fuckin' Florida, jeez

Why do all the nice girls gotta be so far from me?

I guess it's because around here, girls are fucking dastardly

Conniving little whores, make me wanna lock my doors and

Grab a shotgun, get down to the floor and

Wait for one to step onto the porch and

Unload both barrels in her motherfucking forehead

These hoes scary, unless they're imaginary

Got my outlook down, like "fuck humanity"

Rap comes naturally, it comes with mendacity

Can't smoke weed, if my eyes are red, it's allergies

Everyone can fuck off, I say that shit passively

If I get lost, people asking where my ass will be

Holy calamity, I'm screaming insanity

Don't want one of y'all to be a motherfucking fan of me


[Verse 2]

My last rap was fake so I'm on to the next one

Ride the game fakie, like a motherfucking skateboard

Still don't give a fuck, like the cops that get paid off

You can't meet my parents, I'm a Focker, you're a Gaylord

Steady flow like jugulars, cooler than a cucumber

Sun's blocked out, no doubt, never gloomier

Ask Bill and Ted, I'm so motherfucking tubular

I could make the wicked witch show her wicked boobs and her

Little black pussy cat, right off the fucking bat

Such a fucking terrorist, burning 'Merican flags

And burning haters, in fact, I'm burning all of you fags

Like Hitler burned the bodies of the Jews that he gassed

Ashes, ashes, falling down, Cherokee's my home town

By the time I'm finished, this Village will be burnt to the ground

Use the flames to light a cigarette and fucking smoke it out

So what if I'm an arsonist, do you think I care about

Feedback and opinions? Man, you're really missin out

How you think is what I don't know the first thing about

Perk your ears up, listen close, Mr. Mickey Mouse

If you wanna whip up some bull shit, I'll lash out

Class clown, there I are, getting close with no cigars

Cheshire grin, leave you smiling, open scars

From a rapper, you are far, I'll give you a seminar

And just to prove it's not that hard, I just spit 48 bars

Faggot