Swarmed By Clovers by Kurby Lyrics
[Intro: Michael Myers]
You wanna play with your Saint Patbitch’s Games?
How you plan to get kills with stupid ass lames?
Stick a clover up your ass, sometimes luck hurts
Eat my ass and then I’ll take a fucking turd
Sorry I’m all stuffy, ugh, I can’t pee
On my way to this battle I went and beat my meat
All you did in your movies was.. Meem
I will turn you into a ghost shit like Beam
[Verse: Kurby + Alen]
(Kurby)
Ay, yuh, you know the time
It's St. Patbitch day and I'm ready to rhyme
I'm tryna rap on this beat, keepin' it lit
Grab a Shamrock Shake and I hope I don't shit
I got Michael Meyers, rapping on the track
He's keeping it lit, ain't nothing wrong with that
Call up Patbitch, you're a big fucking hack
You can't call me you because I ain't fuckin' wack
Yeah bitch, everyone already knows I spit heat
I'll cya folks later, Alen, hop up on this beat
(Alen)
Ay, alright, you know what month it is
Sexiest month of the year but we ain’t got no tits
No, instead we got that fuckin shamrock shake
Take a bitch, then I rape, now let’s get fuckin baked
The third month, take a turd, lunch, that’s just how it be
Look down in the toilet, it switched colors, my pee
Obviously you know that I’m already wearing green
But that shirt turns brown cause I was eating beans
Bet yo dumbass didn’t know that shite is short for Shitechael
Now let me pass it back to the real homie Michael
[Verse: Michael Myers]
Wassup nigga it’s me yeah I got swarmed by clovers
Then I fucked the shit out of that white ass bitch Glover
Michael don’t mess around when he’s fingering his ass
Then I’ll rap like bubble bass when he hid in his ass
The pickles, I dickled a pickle
Call me Morty now I’m gonna fucking shit on Rickle
Chica called me on the text, said she wanted nice sex
Then she bit my frontal lobe, bitch left me with a hex
But I don’t care, I’ll just time travel in the future
Where there’s Freddy Fagbears takin nice poopers
Saint Patbitch’s Day, 1945
“Good job everybody, you had some great rhymes!”
You wanna play with your Saint Patbitch’s Games?
How you plan to get kills with stupid ass lames?
Stick a clover up your ass, sometimes luck hurts
Eat my ass and then I’ll take a fucking turd
Sorry I’m all stuffy, ugh, I can’t pee
On my way to this battle I went and beat my meat
All you did in your movies was.. Meem
I will turn you into a ghost shit like Beam
[Verse: Kurby + Alen]
(Kurby)
Ay, yuh, you know the time
It's St. Patbitch day and I'm ready to rhyme
I'm tryna rap on this beat, keepin' it lit
Grab a Shamrock Shake and I hope I don't shit
I got Michael Meyers, rapping on the track
He's keeping it lit, ain't nothing wrong with that
Call up Patbitch, you're a big fucking hack
You can't call me you because I ain't fuckin' wack
Yeah bitch, everyone already knows I spit heat
I'll cya folks later, Alen, hop up on this beat
(Alen)
Ay, alright, you know what month it is
Sexiest month of the year but we ain’t got no tits
No, instead we got that fuckin shamrock shake
Take a bitch, then I rape, now let’s get fuckin baked
The third month, take a turd, lunch, that’s just how it be
Look down in the toilet, it switched colors, my pee
Obviously you know that I’m already wearing green
But that shirt turns brown cause I was eating beans
Bet yo dumbass didn’t know that shite is short for Shitechael
Now let me pass it back to the real homie Michael
[Verse: Michael Myers]
Wassup nigga it’s me yeah I got swarmed by clovers
Then I fucked the shit out of that white ass bitch Glover
Michael don’t mess around when he’s fingering his ass
Then I’ll rap like bubble bass when he hid in his ass
The pickles, I dickled a pickle
Call me Morty now I’m gonna fucking shit on Rickle
Chica called me on the text, said she wanted nice sex
Then she bit my frontal lobe, bitch left me with a hex
But I don’t care, I’ll just time travel in the future
Where there’s Freddy Fagbears takin nice poopers
Saint Patbitch’s Day, 1945
“Good job everybody, you had some great rhymes!”