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Pete by Beautiful Snake Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Verse 1: Lil Genghis]

Hey, y’all hear a lot of shit like this

Fuck with me, I’ll flame you over like some latkes

I ain’t no piece of shit, I ain’t like Porzingis

But fuck with my country and I’ll turn into genghis

This ain’t a rap it’s some level one plagiarism

I ain’t no Hindu, I’m a member of nationalism

Just kidding, I’m not white

If you are that’s quite alright

These politicians talking with some full blown rhetoric

Why am i even rapping, I’m fainting, my head feels thick
My man, mayor Pete! He’s a full metal jacket

I’ll dunk him straight into my voting basket

A full fucking veteran, he’s got it all

If he asked me to, I’d kill them all

I be tripping like Dracula can count

Oh crap, is that big bird knockin’, We out!

Washington is full of insiders, the damn crooks

They better stop pandering and hit the books

We have to run this shit like a damn loop!

An outsider should run this bitch! Ally-oop!

This is probably going to sound a little serious

But when mayor Pete’s the president I’ll go delirious

I’m drunk and saying things I don’t really mean
Dude it was a joke! My whole life’s a meme

A couple of shots later and I’m under the weather

Give me another shot, I’ll feel a little better


[Verse 2: Spooky Skyler the Trilogy]

Women, they fuck me in my taint

Sweat pourin' down my balls like paint on a canvas

Jackson pollock, Jackin off at a pot luck

Good luck trying get my dick off

Cus I don't get hard when you turn the lights off

Wycoff ave, Wycoff street

Jesus watches from a box as I beat my meat

As I wash my cock in a bubble bath

With a knife; razor close to ass
Cut it, let it bleed all night

I put it through my eye, lemme see the light

DALI, daddy, elephanty

Long legs. Going walking

Its not just in my head its art

Its in my dreams, its time to go to bed

Its time for rice and beans

I eat fried shrimps; for money

Muckbang your momma in the front seat

Fillin' my tummy and you're at your feet

Prayin' to god your next president is Mayor Pete


[Verse 3: Belief]

I feel my bones about to crack like Rickety Cricket

And I would leave here in a day if I just had the ticket

I watched the last strike, fuck. I wish that I missed it

The realest business, silent like the "G" in some pasta

This is a saga, dead, then the music was water

Fucking rigata, shells blast, you know that spiny was sought of

A lot of hurt, Johnny Cash, had a tutor in math

Putting two and two together like peacewise graph

Yo, and I never got a check for this shit

You never fucking held a candle and I checked all your shit

You never worked, so please relax while you sit

Grassfed gone be around like the check on your kicks