PLEASE FILL MY ROBO TUMMY

GOT CODIENE IN MY TUMMY

IT AINT FUNNY I GOT MONEY

I GOT BANDS

MAN I GOT FANS

I GOT PLANS

AND I GOT STANS

YOUR ASS STAIN , GRIPPING WOOD GRAIN

YOUR SO PLAIN

I NEED ROBO BRAIN

I NEED ROBO HEAD

FUCK ROBO COPS

FUCK PAUL BLAUT

SHOOT HIS ASS, POP TART

I CANT STAND FAT BITCHES

MAN ITS ALL YOUR FAULT

THEY ASK ME HOW I FUCKIN DO IT MAN ITS ALL IN THE VAUL

TALKING MAD SHIT BITCH YEAH YOUR COVERED IN SALT

FILL MY ROBO PUSSY UP WITH ALL THAT OOZE

ALL THAT USH

ALL THAT AH

ALL THAT MM

ALL YEAH

ALL THAT FUCK

SEX MONEY MURDER MAN FUCK YEAH

FUCK YEAH

FUCK YEAH

FUCK YEAH

FUCK YEAH

THATS ALL WE CARE ABOUT MAN , WERE RAPPERS YAH?