Cerulean Bustdown

[Intro: Lilnedbigby]
Yo, yo, yo
Lilnedbigby, we out here, we out here, we out here
Pussy!

[Chorus: Lilnedbigby]
You like balls like tennis
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Am a true felon
B-B-Balls like tennis
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
(Pussy!)

[Interlude: Lil Nesley]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey guys, it's Lil Nesley
I just wanna tell you that I am so happy because I have a new bust down
And I know how to play charades
So, thank you

[Verse 1: Lil Nesley]
I have a new bust down
Dance floor, new shoes, I'ma bust down
Pull up on your girl with the 5-round
And I do it real nice with my eyes down
Big kicks, I'ma hit you with the roundhouse
Big Griffins, I'ma hit you with the roadhouse
Big shoes, hit you up in my clown blouse
And I got a couple sisters like The Loud House
And they’re all transgender
Pull up with my Choppa and I point it at her forehead
All-Star, baby, ’know i jump inside my foreign
You be sucking on your thumb, you tryna rap, it's borin'
My wife is tryna move away, so what’s in storage?
Hey, party rocking everyday
Pull up to the gay parade, double rainbow ‘cross the sky
Screw Obama, he should die (Pussy!)

[Chorus: Lilnedbigby]
You like balls like tennis
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Am a true felon
B-B-Balls like tennis
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon (Aye, aye)
Dennis the Menace, yeah, I am a true felon (Aye, aye)

[Verse 2: Lilnedbigby]
I go to cerulean city
Ran over misty, she look like a titty
Go to the center and I pay $250
I shoot Nurse Joy because she is too busy
Sell to make figures, I made about sixty
I do not catch aids, because that is icky
I’m not Nick Crompton, but I will stay litty
You lost the battle? Oh, that’s a pity
Time to bring Nesley’s flow back
Wrist expensive just like an iMac
Wrist expensive just like a Maybach
Wrist too heavy, it look like Jack Black
Wrist too wet, it looks like Moby Dick just came back
My bust down be a roly-poly, all black
My rush hour looking like a damn snack
And you look like a rabid house rat, Mrs. Obama, get down!