Tuddy Vario

Intro:

- Look, mom's feelin' better!
- Uh-oh

Verse:

Spit the coffin texts, my killer's trigger finger Tourettes
Hit up like Swiss cheese, my deli o' goons hit you for six Gs
I turn grills to Shammy, you're a faggot like Rick Dees
We bout of Satan, look at the sixers pissin' on six vixens
Super Alexa, hit your wife in the shitter
Runnin' rivers of plasma, defecation runs in the Winter
Respect the Wizard of Gore, torture the cannibal whores
Makin' skin lamp shades on world tours, it's World War
Turn your mom's crib to a brothel, treat her cunt like falafеl
Medina Mafia, rub my cock on top of her tonsils
I slay kids, you're too pеrvasive, I know locations
Witness the horror, nothin' insacred
I fuck nuns with barbed wire gloves
And you eatin' butt plugs, a straight homo
A cum guzzler, you in the club, you all promo
Coffin Syrup, we body you up, frontin' on slugs
Some killers on drugs, I'm Gotti, I'm keepin' you runs