Crudbump
The Sickest
I'm like Target, liberals love meKids climb up my leg trying to hug meHey Santa! No, I ain't got shit for youLate for my date with a rare-ass steak I gotta cut through The fat is the thickestAnd the blood on the table, ridiculousWith cow gods as my witnessThat's how I do it cause I'm the damn sickestI'm like a metaphor, I mean a simileI mean assimilate the ass that's in front of meA dirt button's a shirt button but in a butt, andI'm busy town like a Richard Scarry worm manDon't get scared, I'm well-haired, not scaryA man's man's required to be hairyI dish the starfish the quickestThat's how I do it cause I'm the damn sickestGive it to you straight, right out the rear gateSeven got scared, cause he heard that I ateNine through eleven, bread unleavenedPassover's over, shalom ass reverendThe brown reverent, bow to the fundamentTake communion every now and thenChurch is now the dismissedestThat's how I do it cause I'm the damn sickest
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