Talk:Y.V's Mansion/@comment-76.112.93.49-20150205121809

Rap Lyrics

It's the Dead body lootin', mutant shootin', Venus youthin', Rootin' tootin', Luger totin', Ruger loadin', Bullet throwin', way too long grenade holdin', Triangular, my mangle your weapon to rap, Flash color coded clips and an RPG hat, Baby baby blue ammo, turn red when it clap, Shoot your face in the fat, give your cadaver a slap, Where the level boss at? I wanna click-click-clack k'pow, click-click-click-clack that.

See him, shoot him, skin him, wear him, mount him on the wall, If completely armor plated, I'ma shoot it in the Baaaalllin', like a black hole, a vulture flock, You violently challenge, your thangs don't cock, Your things get shot, your party stop, When I roll up Teen Wolfin' on the ambulance top, This ain't no game, ain't never been no show, And I'll gladly gun down the oldest lady you know.

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I don't need no friends, I don't need no phone, Just a bag of severed head and my Nuclear Throne, Me no believe in trends, me no believe in genome, All me be believin' is a Nuclear Throne, I don't need no bread, I don't need no home, Just e'erybody dead and my Nuclear Throne, Me kill you in a nowhere, me kill you all alone, Me kill you in the face for my Nuclear Throne.

Trouble don't wanna, you me gon' gun down your mama, We be for fun kill a llama, doe, donkey, zebra, piranha, Me ride giraffe up on toppa, and go Jihad on matatta, Who want a piece of the guy who cut da horse meat off de schwarma? Kun gara! Shoot you in the morning, get your blood on my eggs, Shoot you in the hand, head, face, chest, neck, legs, At Chrismahanzakwanaka him hide on a tree, Jump out mean he gunnin' down your fat family, Wanna spell a good time to me, it's M-U-R-D-E-R N-O-N-S-T-O-P, you don't wanna be-hee hee hee, That booty I shooty, better than good nudie movie To me, I gotta the cookie, hot like the Huxtable Rudy

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