Butterscotch Biscuits Lyrics

I put my dick in a vice and now it's flat

I ate too much Kentucky Fried Chicken, now I'm fat

I travelled all the way down to hell and now I'm back

If I put two sentences together and they rhyme then that's a wrap

If you clap back at me then I will take it as applause

I have got a really big sack like Santa Clause (damn son)

I have got a really big sack like Randy Marsh

In that episode of South Park when he tried to microwave his own balls

I don't know how to do gutturals

Way too meta for my own good

Butterscotch Biscuits

Half of ya'll are rich kids

Did this on my own

This commitment is a sickness

Check this

All these metalcore singers live at home with their parents

Rah, big scream

That shit don't even scare us

Gimme A D for anti depressants

We ain't on the same shit, so don't compare us

Pay no taxes

Put failure off as I beat the drum

Ignore these rashes

Their jelly made of petroleum

Rub salt in gashes

Through meditation trump temptation

Consequence after

Act now

Think about it when it's done

Who the fuck are you trying to tame this beast?

Don't take the blade out, just weaponise your fears

Weaponise your fears

Weaponise your fears

Weaponise your fears

Weaponise your militant ideas

What makes you so punk?

You scream 'fuck the man' while riding his junk

Aye

What makes you so punk?

You scream 'fuck the man' then you gag on his cock, motherfucker

(Oi oi oi oi oi)

Aye

Ima' misgender the pope

Aye

I don't pretend to be woke

Aye

Ima' put hands on a random and hold them for ransom

I'm out of control

Aye

Ima' do this 'til I go grey

Ima' drop this then I'm ghost

Wraith

I get the drip like Poseidon

The chakras aligning

The timing is perfect

I switch up the flow

And they already know that the thoughts are mechanical

Mind of their own

My head in my phone

Looking up how to untangle my headphones

But I got the AirPods in

Something is wrong

I get so bored

I get ignored

I put in effort and see no reward

So I'm done acting like I give a fuck when I don't give a fuck

No I don't give a fuck anymore

So I will never zip up my fly

Both my shoes are now untied

I just taught myself to dance

Took a Xanny with my pride

Project 'Homo Homocide'

Should I kill the other side?

It's my toxic masculinity

What good is it?

Now die

Carpal tunnel from crushing your mind in palm of my hand

And I'm kind of glad that I damaged that idea there

Cause it sucks

Lose control of the narrative

No one knows like the pyramids

Some would think it's embarrassing

Man, I don't give two fucks

Pay no taxes

Put failure off as I beat the drum

Ignore these rashes

Their jelly made of petroleum

Rub salt in gashes

Through meditation trump temptation

Consequence after

Act now

Think about it when it's done

What makes you so punk?

You scream 'fuck the man' then you gag on his cock, bitch