Friendo Rapper on Steroids

[Intro: Pepconzza]
Yo so this is the song where I am going to roast every mother fucker
And Custodian's on this too, okay?
Okay?!

[Verse 1: Pepconzza]
Aye, I gotta flip, you is a bitch, when I'm getting on your girl's bitch
Oh my god bro, she got some tits, looking like dude, she is so thick
What do you want? What is this? You do not know, you do not know
You do not know, you do not know, cause you are a hoe
You are a hoe, you are a bitch, how about get off my dick
You know that this, you is this trash, you looking like DSkills is bad
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, woah, no
I don't know how many times I have to tell you you are bad
When I try to say that's sad, when you listening to that's bad
Bro I am on FLE I am a police man MPD, oh
You is bad, you is trash, I gotta stop don't tell my parents, nah
Oh my god bro what do you wanna know
What are you tryna say? You are a hoe
Get off my beat and get off my bro
Get off of this and you are a broke
Oh my god bro, where did you go?
Where do you come from, you do not know
You is a broke hoe, you is a bitch
How about get off my dick

[Interlude: Pepconzza]
Aye, yuh, yuh, hard
You know, K, Imma drop this hard for umm... 30 seconds?

[Verse 2: Pepconzza]
I am the best, you is the worst, you know that you is so trash
DSkills is bad, DSkills is bad, so is E-Bran like that's bad
I fall asleep to E-Bran now, cause that's trash and you know wow
Looking at Max he's also bad but he's on this track like yeah, wow
I wanna know, Yung Wipe too
Where are you at? Where are you dude?
I wanna see, get on my bum
How about this is Best Friends 2
Aye, here you go Custodian, this is all yours now, finish it off for me

[Verse 3: Custodian]
Yuh, he a pussy I'm taking his top off
I'm in the mirror I'm flexing a Sawed-Off
It's got some nice paint but I'm scrubbing it all off
I'm like a surgeon I'm cutting his balls off
Drip like goth but cut like emo
Look at my racks just add another zero
Smoking on BFells primo
My old shit sound like some screamo
Shoutout Kas yeah shoutout Kilo
Flippin flippin, why you tripping?
I make more racks than your mama stripping
In the kitchen I whip it whip it
Hitting licks like it's my fucking business
Kill the witness then I fuck his bitches
Look at the purple that I be sipping
I'm making paper like Duner Mifflin
So my pockets fat just like Peter Griffin