shiloh told me to make a song Lyrics

I shot a loogy at a canvas and called it art

Yuh, aye

I swear to god everything in this song is not directed to Shiloh

Shiloh if you're hearing this song right now

It's nothing against you

I swear to god

It's just a song

Please don't sue me

Take your right foot

Put it in your ass

Take it out and put it in your mouth

What?

Heyy, Frizzy

That's not nice

You should really not say that

I don't give a fuck

What you think

Little Bitch

No, don't talk to me

Because I will really hurt you

Sorry, had to get up in my feelings for a sec'

Sorry, Shiloh this is not a diss, but you should really check it

I been working really hard

So please don't start to test me

Would you rather have the shitty or top frizzy quality?

I'm a rapper, not a runner

Tryna make my shit top gunna

I know you wanna' hear some more of

But threat me wit' yo' momma'

And I swear I'll be a bomber

'Cause a boomer not finna' touch me

I'll relax my back scoliosis got me

Moving like a son of a gun

More like son of the sun

'Cause I'll blast you

Lights to heaven ya' gone

And this shit is literally shit

'Cause when it comes to fucking records

I'm the one having an orgy with myself

Ah, ah

Let me see ya' coochie though

Sexual assaulting hoes

When I fuck their oral throats

Hit it 'em now you see me, now you don't

I just be making all this shit to make you feel like you should go

Cry, cry

Lil' bitch cry cry

You have diaper, to have caca

Maintain all my strength like Wu-Tang

Ticka' tang wigger, I'm ending all race

It's like I'm in a musical turn left, turn right

There's song with a swimming pool

And some necrophiliac

With a dead body

I might jerk off to the naughty

I don't even what to say no more

Why'd I put 2nd verse on this

I guess it's because to be honest

All you little bitches would've said why this was so short

I made this song on accident

I think might be dyslexic, because the last line for the first cut

I fucked it up by switching this and was

But I made it up cause I'm so awesome now

Gotta' whole band that don't even talk for a while

And the music we make is down to drown

In the unreleased files for an eternity

You have been cursed

To lift this fucking rock up a hill

For the rest of your life

Or some shit like that

Rest of time

Yeah, yeah

Oh, that's a whole different song

Oh, my bad, my bad

You want me to play some piano for you?

Or like some fucking maraca?

I got maracas

And a harmonica

Say harmonica slowly

You won't!

PUSSY!