Dick Muscle by Kid Abortion Lyrics
[Intro]
Crack!
(Damn, you good?)
Ah, yeah, I think I just pulled a muscle
(Oh shit, which muscle?)
A dick muscle!
[Verse 1]
- From fucking your bitch
Diamonds cold, I think that I'm sick
My ice on my neck look Pacific
Atlantic Ocean on my wrist
I hop on the track, my flow is so venomous
Y'all talking and doing that extra shit
Download my new track, I know you gon' mess with it
Hopped in the Ghost, now need an exorcist
(What?) Exorcist (What?)
I switched from the ghost to the Mas'i (Skrrt!)
The Mas'i, fake Gucci belt on me (What?)
Gucci belt on me, wrist wet like a tsunami (Splash!)
To take me out, you gonna need a whole army (Bop! Bop! Bop!...)
Sloppy-toppy, damn, bitch, suck on my meat
Knock-off designer hand bag, and I kept the receipt (Huh?)
Underrated as shit, nobody fucking with me (Nah)
You girl knows the ABC but her favorite letter is D (Uh!)
[Chorus]
I need some lobster head
All the opps are dead
Fuck all the cops and feds
I need some ostrich neck
[Verse 2]
I need a girl with a giraffe neck that can fit three-point-five inches
Sleeping on me, you dreaming, I swear to God, you need some pinches
I got ho, ho, ho, hoes, bitch, you would think that it's Christmas (Hoes!)
I got ho, ho, ho, hoes but I still respect women (Yeah!)
Oh, oh, oh shit, I had to spit the heat one time (Did!)
I... eat the beat and then I digest it like it's lunch time
Dick game- fucking massive (Fuck!)
A nerdy bitch- nutted on her glasses
You move slow, I call you 'molasses'
You'd think I worked at the bakery
I get the bread the fastest, the fastest (Yeah!)
Bad bitch half plastic, she built like a Nintendo Wii
Run up on me, get your ass kicked, your ass kicked (Huh?)
Or, shit, maybe l'll just run away (Bop! Bop! Bop!...)
My bars are so hot, I got the heat like a summer day, uh (Ooh!)
My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Oh, ew!)
Get it? Like, their flag? And, shit, I'm on a paper chase, uh
My song in your playlist? That is a saving grace
I feel like Superman, the way that I save the day (Whoosh!)
Like Superman, but all my S's got two lines in the
Middle
Designer outfit, mismatched, like a bag of skittles
That's all I gotta say, my bars got deep meaning (What?)
Your girl in my crib and she's sucking on my weenie (Uh!)
[Spoken Outro]
Damn, man, I'm lyrical as fuck
Nobody can compare to the, uh...
To the level of... lyricism that I bring to the table
My bars are... God-sent
Amen
(*fart*)
(Bop! Bop! Bop!...)
Crack!
(Damn, you good?)
Ah, yeah, I think I just pulled a muscle
(Oh shit, which muscle?)
A dick muscle!
[Verse 1]
- From fucking your bitch
Diamonds cold, I think that I'm sick
My ice on my neck look Pacific
Atlantic Ocean on my wrist
I hop on the track, my flow is so venomous
Y'all talking and doing that extra shit
Download my new track, I know you gon' mess with it
Hopped in the Ghost, now need an exorcist
(What?) Exorcist (What?)
I switched from the ghost to the Mas'i (Skrrt!)
The Mas'i, fake Gucci belt on me (What?)
Gucci belt on me, wrist wet like a tsunami (Splash!)
To take me out, you gonna need a whole army (Bop! Bop! Bop!...)
Sloppy-toppy, damn, bitch, suck on my meat
Knock-off designer hand bag, and I kept the receipt (Huh?)
Underrated as shit, nobody fucking with me (Nah)
You girl knows the ABC but her favorite letter is D (Uh!)
[Chorus]
I need some lobster head
All the opps are dead
Fuck all the cops and feds
I need some ostrich neck
[Verse 2]
I need a girl with a giraffe neck that can fit three-point-five inches
Sleeping on me, you dreaming, I swear to God, you need some pinches
I got ho, ho, ho, hoes, bitch, you would think that it's Christmas (Hoes!)
I got ho, ho, ho, hoes but I still respect women (Yeah!)
Oh, oh, oh shit, I had to spit the heat one time (Did!)
I... eat the beat and then I digest it like it's lunch time
Dick game- fucking massive (Fuck!)
A nerdy bitch- nutted on her glasses
You move slow, I call you 'molasses'
You'd think I worked at the bakery
I get the bread the fastest, the fastest (Yeah!)
Bad bitch half plastic, she built like a Nintendo Wii
Run up on me, get your ass kicked, your ass kicked (Huh?)
Or, shit, maybe l'll just run away (Bop! Bop! Bop!...)
My bars are so hot, I got the heat like a summer day, uh (Ooh!)
My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Oh, ew!)
Get it? Like, their flag? And, shit, I'm on a paper chase, uh
My song in your playlist? That is a saving grace
I feel like Superman, the way that I save the day (Whoosh!)
Like Superman, but all my S's got two lines in the
Middle
Designer outfit, mismatched, like a bag of skittles
That's all I gotta say, my bars got deep meaning (What?)
Your girl in my crib and she's sucking on my weenie (Uh!)
[Spoken Outro]
Damn, man, I'm lyrical as fuck
Nobody can compare to the, uh...
To the level of... lyricism that I bring to the table
My bars are... God-sent
Amen
(*fart*)
(Bop! Bop! Bop!...)