Pest In Riss

[Intro: Whipstick, 8 Legz]
Hey Legz, can I be on it? Can I be on it? Can I be on it?
Can I be on it? Can I be on it? Can I be on it? Can I be on it?
Do it! Just fucking shut the fuck up!
Can I be on it? Can I be on it? Can I be on it? Can I be on it?
Fine! Fine, dude, fine
You said I could be on it? I can be on it? I can be on it?
You can be on the fucking album
Oh my God! Yay! Oh my God! Woo!
I get to go first, though
No, wait, hold on-

[Verse 1: Mr 8 Legz]
Reunited, and it fuckin' sucks
So goddamn hard I could probably bust this nut
Who gives a fuck anyways?
It's Fun Time Gang, we back in the building
Show up at your birthday smacking children
Hit 'em in the worst ways, smash their feelings (Bitch)
But for real, we came to kill, what, you think I'm teasin'?
Like I just showed up with this machete for no rеason?
Like I don't wanna stab every mothеrfuckin' body in this venue
Send you to demons
Really all I wanna do is make sure everybody here gets cake
And leaves here bleedin', look
Look at the mental state that he's in
I'm in, fuck! Light 'em up
Hymens pop so you better get a mop
And wipe it up like a cunt
Here's how it goes, it's Whipstick, Dubbs and 8 Legz
Stick dick hole in your lame face
Leavin' more nut in your gut than a box of Paydays
S double F T G, you so repetitious
Maybe it's just my intuition
But there's my kitchen, go do my dishes
Shut the fuck up, I'm watching Smackdown
In fact just back down go mind your business
Oh, by the way, I just wanna say
You ain't ready for White Background, bitches

[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit
All you do is talk, you's a fraud, there's no disputin' it
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' this
Yo, what is that? Havin' fun while doin' it, you stupid bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit (Nah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' this
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit
Shut it down, go kill yourself, go straight to Hell and rest in piss

[Verse 2: Whipstick]
Well hey, best friend, ha ha, we're back together (Alright)
I'm livin' comfortable, (I've got) my fattest sweater (Yes)
The baddest ever never finish shit in last place
The masked face in a fast pace
Steady servin' you up with a bat stake
Straight through the heart of darkness, I'm feelin' sorta nauseous
I've never thought the opps was talkin', targets awfully nervous
On the inside of my problem (Call the bitch like) something for 'em
Loudest windpipe go on a midnight crawl
Is it like stop the boredom?
Okay, that's kinda morbid
Like PJ said to get your whores aborted
Got a [?]
[?]
And I mean pussy, you fucking hear me, bro?
You Gorgonite scum to me mane
Now how's the death of stereo
Snap your fucking neck back 619 pissed off Mysterio
Chase you down no jet lag
You're the minus you're inferio
[?] here we go
Sacrificial slaughter sheep, a ceremony glory hole

[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit
All you do is talk, you's a fraud, there's no disputin' it
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' this
Yo, what is that? Havin' fun while doin' it, you stupid bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit (Nah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' this
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit
Shut it down, go kill yourself, go straight to Hell and rest in piss

[Interlude: Dubbs, Whipstick, 8 Legz]
I'm Dubbs, check it, I'm-
Yeah, fuck him! He's fat!
Oh, word, it's like that, huh?
God damn it
Just, I'm about to rap my shit, and you just fuckin'
*Laughing*
Yo, somebody ask this motherfucker how many times he's in my inbox, like, yo, Dubbs, what fuckin' rhymes with blue waffles, dog?
*Laughing* Did I strike a nerve, you fat fuck?
Shut the fuck up!
I'm not doing this fucking song, fuck both you guys
What the fuck, man? No, look, it's Fun Time Gang, it's on-
This motherfucker's always talking about I'm fat, like
I fucking know
I'm just cuddly
Come on, eight bars, dude, please?
Ugh, fine
Yo, Whipstick likes dick in his butt like all day long
Pull your wiener our and he will put his mouth on all that shlong
I mean, can I get some effort into it?
No
What the fuck?
Fuck him
I get it, I agree, man, but what-
You know, Legz, I'm actually really disappointed in you that you didn't come up with the idea to do like a Brandon Lee thing at the fucking "Positive" shoot
Dude, I've been on that shit!
Whoa, word, why don't you tell him how you really feel?
Whip, shut up
Tell you how I really feel?
Yeah!
No!
How I really feel is that I didn't wanna write this fuckin' verse
And Legz wants to put his album out like fucking tomorrow

[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit
All you do is talk, you's a fraud, there's no disputin' it
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' this
Yo, what is that? Havin' fun while doin' it, you stupid bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit (Nah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' this
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you do, and you ain't doin' shit
Shut it down, go kill yourself, go straight to Hell and rest in piss