Denace - Guess Whos Back by The Official Nasty Lyrics
Yeah-uh
Yo, guess what, chicken butt
Fuck a chicken in the butt
Huh, what
If you can, then Denace can
I spit fire, reddish tan
Rip mics, I'm sick like the deadest man
That came back to life like robbic cop
They hit these ugly hoes on Ig in the face with some photoshop
Machined up, guns cocked
Aimed ready, aim steady
Your brains all over the place so I paint Katy
Or Kaitlyn, whatever the fuck his name is
Let's all praise this chick and make em more famous now
Let's tell this annoying world to build courage
So we can tear down life's
And give more money to plastic surgeons
It's okay boys and girls, switch sides
Boys, now it's not okay to be gay, you just need a bigger tit size
It's okay to cut your dick off and have big thighs
It's okay to add a penis, girly, be sure it's a big size
Now I don't have a problem with gay people
It's that I don't like the engender their painting
And the way they play people
And plus I can't find a real girl on tinder
I'm mad at mysellf because I just matched with a transgender
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
Where you best dudes at
You know the ones that claim they got money, so much they can screw cats
Cause my radar caught two rappers at kmart, shopping trying to save smart
Drove up in a neighty eight car with a bag as a window
Missing hut caps, no gass, no shit, no
Damn it these faggots are still broke
No fans but the wind blows
I'd be famous but I see Nakens, a hundred K followers
Yeah, right cause I see fake friends
You paid for em cause only one hundred likes on all your pictures, Broham
Oh man, shit just hit the litfan
Grab a tin can, crush it on your head, leave you leaning like a kickstand
Damn this fool lost his marbles
What caused it depression, people, pills, alcohol, all of it
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
Guess who's back, man
Wait, wait a minute how am I back this is the final chapter
So I'm back just to say bye
Fuck it I'll see you
Yo, guess what, chicken butt
Fuck a chicken in the butt
Huh, what
If you can, then Denace can
I spit fire, reddish tan
Rip mics, I'm sick like the deadest man
That came back to life like robbic cop
They hit these ugly hoes on Ig in the face with some photoshop
Machined up, guns cocked
Aimed ready, aim steady
Your brains all over the place so I paint Katy
Or Kaitlyn, whatever the fuck his name is
Let's all praise this chick and make em more famous now
Let's tell this annoying world to build courage
So we can tear down life's
And give more money to plastic surgeons
It's okay boys and girls, switch sides
Boys, now it's not okay to be gay, you just need a bigger tit size
It's okay to cut your dick off and have big thighs
It's okay to add a penis, girly, be sure it's a big size
Now I don't have a problem with gay people
It's that I don't like the engender their painting
And the way they play people
And plus I can't find a real girl on tinder
I'm mad at mysellf because I just matched with a transgender
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
Where you best dudes at
You know the ones that claim they got money, so much they can screw cats
Cause my radar caught two rappers at kmart, shopping trying to save smart
Drove up in a neighty eight car with a bag as a window
Missing hut caps, no gass, no shit, no
Damn it these faggots are still broke
No fans but the wind blows
I'd be famous but I see Nakens, a hundred K followers
Yeah, right cause I see fake friends
You paid for em cause only one hundred likes on all your pictures, Broham
Oh man, shit just hit the litfan
Grab a tin can, crush it on your head, leave you leaning like a kickstand
Damn this fool lost his marbles
What caused it depression, people, pills, alcohol, all of it
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
I died and came back a martian
Guess who's back
I never left, I was forming
Guess who's back
I sell my soul to a carcass
Guess who's back
I should have been an abortion
Guess who's back
Guess who's back, man
Wait, wait a minute how am I back this is the final chapter
So I'm back just to say bye
Fuck it I'll see you