Presents From Osama

[Verse 1: Lil Liquorice]
Let's go see what Osama's getting us for Christmas (Mm-mm-mm)
Looks like we got some bombs, so now we're back in business (Mm-mm)
Finally, school's over, so now I can get presents from Osama
I really fuckin' hate it when people call me rice farmer
It's not 'cause I'm Asian or anything like that, it's just overused every day
Shipping stuff like that is kinda motherfuckin' gay
But you know, people have to be the way they are for a reason
And I think I deserve it
Hey, you know stuff can get better sometimes
When that girl sucks your dick for the first time
You may not think much at first
But Osama's 'bout to bust his bladder full of piss on my face
Exploded diaper all over the place
In assassin, 'bout to box a new case
CG Boyz, shout out to Chase
Another shout out to my boy Ace
My boy Ace

[Verse 2: Lil Sewer Rat]
1K, bought my bitch some new shoes
2K, bought myself a new nuke
Tyin' knots, I'm tyin' me a noose
Blow yo' shit up and see it on the news
Feel like Osama 'cause I be blowin' shit up
Got ED, gotta keep my fuckin' dick up
Hit go hard, or around with my stick, yuh
With my gang, you finna get shot up
Block his number, then I'm finna fuckin' block him
Nutted inside his hat, and now I'm stoppin'
Cockblock, and shot him two times
I just bust, I'm bustin' these rhymes
Ayy, little bitch, I beat my fuckin' dick
Every fuckin' day, and my flow is so fuckin' sick
Fuckin' Osama, I nut inside his fuckin' hijab
Ate the fuckin' beat like it was corn on the cob
What? I said my dad name's was Haram
Like BSTCHLD 'cause I'm flowin' on these fuckin' rocks
Ayy, and it's rollin' on the fuckin' rocks
Ayy, and I'm rollin' off the fuckin' rocks