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Gasoline, what I say? Fuck you and fuck her and fuck that, I'm japping Taking a shit in the bed that you nap in Release the Kraken, we gettin' it cracking My lasers are z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zappin' I don't need a napkin, that's wacker than Kaepernick It just so happens I'm back on that rapper shit Couldn't nobody imagine that happenin' But I'm back again Happily hacking your body to bits Don't no nobody know Godi for shit Diggin' a grave and I'm hopping in it, this is it Chillin' in Valhalla, holla back and I'ma praise in Satan Like my name Barack Obama, on the planet with no mama I'ma kill the drama, I don't lie your honor I just fire on it when I find 'em finally I feed 'em realizing don't nobody really need 'em All I really need to see is, all I really need to keep is With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of Off my father-fucking rocker with it Letras de cancionesIf it's Godemis you know you gotta get it If a body's rotting inside a Honda Civic You ain't gotta laud it, know that Donnie did it If I shot a critic, I would not admit it If I gotta get it outta Dodge I'ma do it (Dodge I'ma do it) Prolly lost a lot of fluid (Prolly lost a lot of fluid) Swear to god nobody knew it What they got to do with everybody hating All I need to make's a lot of Kevin Bacon Got the superglue for every deal I'm breaking With the super trooper headed there to break-in (Headed there to break in) I have been forsaken (I have been forsaken) Why ain't they relating (Why ain't they relating) Father time is taking aim and I don't mind at all because I got a With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline Third verse, last song Two into it to be superhuman Heating up the kitchen, every room is humid If it was up to Cupid I'd be sticking stupid motherfuckers in the temple Who could prove it Could it be therapeutic, I'ma wear the music Don't mean nothing to ya but it don't fucking matter I could make the cut and bloody up the lather Fishes barely up, I run amok I'd rather stuff a thump of fat or fuck if I'm an addict I been getting at it, could've been something tragic Had I not adapted, fuck who's diplomatic Wicked, this is rich as sick are getting at it Take a pic, you bitches quick as you can snap it You can dip and take it with you, you can have it Introducing you into a few new habits You are too dramatic, you should screw a faggot You could ruin ratchets, it's a father-fucking fact I swept the script and never know just how to act I dump the city off my motherfucking back Now who can help me with a lighter or a match With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline With a can of gasoline, with a can of From Letras Mania