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[Intro:]

You know you're a slut when your favorite word is harder

You've learned your STD's before your ABC's

And you've been banged more than that first pipe on "Flappy Bird"

Once you reach that level... Ain't no turning back

One girl did it... She... she got that level

Here it goes another one

(Get 'em!)

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There's a girl that be lookin' like a hobo with

Red hair no ass and a snow globe chin

Takin' off your shirt.. Whoa! No tits!

Hop on every cock like a pogo stick

Yea I'll say her name fuckin' Kynze Loper

Stop fuckin' talkin' to me bitch we over

Walk up to me like, "Bitch, who are you?

I'd kick you in the pussy but I don't wanna lose my shoe"

Twinkle twinkle little whore

Close your legs they're not a door

"Oh please, shove it all in my ass!"

Fuck you bitch "Someone already has!"

Pussy like a credit card everybody swipe through it

Well not everybody, you think I'd do it?

I wouldn't do it for all the money in the world

She be suckin' every dude and fuckin' every girl

She probably put the "rat" in "ratchet"

Watch out for disease man you don't wanna catch it

Dude she ugly man have you seen her ass?

Salt water in her underwear to feed the crabs

Shit, you disgusting as hell

Exorcism, holy water, nothin' would help

Throw on some Febreeze cuz she smells too

Be like, "The power of Christ compels you!"

Damn right, lookin' like Emily Rose

Everything distorted, "You on ecstasy bro?"

Her face, her body, especially nose

"Oh god, please, don't sit next to me. Noooo!"

Quit playin' dawg ain't nobody like you

Every mother fucker in here wanna fight you

Yea ok, go ahead and laugh bitch

You keep talkin' that shit

You're gonna get your ass kicked

It's gon be like Bo and Luke Duke

When they scoot

Right on top of the hood of a car to a dude

To give him the boot

Every time I hear your name I immediately puke

"Kynse Loper" *coughing and choking) Ew

I can diss you with one syllable - Slut

You fuckers may call it subliminal but

You've dropped more loads than the military dude

You know we ain't talkin' bout no dingle-berry stew

We're talkin' bout cum what fun it feels lovely

Yummy put the cummy in my tummy call it butt cream

Feel the little bitty tadpoles swimmin' upstream

By the time you got a baby you'll be screamin' "Love me!"

You've been on more wieners than Heinz ketchup

Look at all the other sluts like, "Guys, catch up!"

I'm racking up dick points

We ain't even mid-point

I've been suckin' then blowin' like I got some big joints

"Kynse Loper Kynse Loper get the fuck outta my way!

We don't need some Bozo the Clown fuckin' up our day, Hey!"

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(Gun shots)

[Outro:]

Shots fired bruh, Damn

Kynse like a NASCAR driver, She burns all them rubbers

Nah, my slut jokes are "whore-able"