IKYS by The Real JD Lyrics
(The Real JD) -
The Real JD ain't goin to prom
Took some xans and I'm feelin all calm
Go head, tell my mom
It’s not like she wants to sit at Nordstroms
Watch me cry in every fuckin' dress
Leavin’ the mall lookin’ like a hot mess
But I confessed
We’re all a ‘lil insecure, I guess
These days, who I gotta impress?
The whole thing’s just another sausage fest
These girls y’all goin' insane
No, no need to explain
No, I’m not bein’ vain
An image that to maintain
“WHO'S AT MILLER PARK???"
I can’t wait to get outta this school
Ninety five percent of you bitches are cruel
Yeah, I’m talkin about girls
Stab me in the back while you fix your curls
One day you’ll be locked in your tower
A trophy wife and the man’s got power
You cower, no shower
Bitch you better iron those fucking trousers
See I don’t need you bitches bitch please
Who peaks in high school
You’re a fuckin sleaze
Everywhere I go I feel I don’t belong
Shove it up your ass like your hot pink thong
OH
I ain’t even done with this song
Shatter that ego like a handmade bong
So you gonna finsta me to death?
Can’t wait until you're a housewife smokin’ that meth
So no, I ain’t sad about prom
Rap Hiroshima
Yeah I dropped that bomb
Enola gay
Yea I bet ur all gay
Or you’re all like Jared CEO of subway
(Emdissocool) -
Hey Noodle Hair
This ain’t 2003 it’s 2017 and I licked your bitch’s pussy
And then I gangbang it, and grabbed an Arizona
Oh shit you remember me now?
Dontcha?
Wait, where the sad boys at?
At the trap, or are they skatin at
B - A - S - H BASH
Lawl
You guys rock
Until you’re fuckin’ thirty
Get mail for your mom knock knock
UGH goddamn, but wait
There’s one more to hate
Go follow Goodsheps Instagram page
Shit I forgot the gains
But they ain’t have none
They’re just a group
Suckin’ off Fox News for cum
Goddamn, hold up
Don’t forget about me
Am I a dyke who ain’t even 5’3”
Or am I the coolest motherfuckin’ asshole to be?
IDK
Listen to you not me
(The Real JD) -
Pray to your god Mitt Romney
But now, who’s the real queen bee?
Sorry, but don’t forgive me
I’m the phD of rappin'
I got my fuckin’ degree
The Real JD ain't goin to prom
Took some xans and I'm feelin all calm
Go head, tell my mom
It’s not like she wants to sit at Nordstroms
Watch me cry in every fuckin' dress
Leavin’ the mall lookin’ like a hot mess
But I confessed
We’re all a ‘lil insecure, I guess
These days, who I gotta impress?
The whole thing’s just another sausage fest
These girls y’all goin' insane
No, no need to explain
No, I’m not bein’ vain
An image that to maintain
“WHO'S AT MILLER PARK???"
I can’t wait to get outta this school
Ninety five percent of you bitches are cruel
Yeah, I’m talkin about girls
Stab me in the back while you fix your curls
One day you’ll be locked in your tower
A trophy wife and the man’s got power
You cower, no shower
Bitch you better iron those fucking trousers
See I don’t need you bitches bitch please
Who peaks in high school
You’re a fuckin sleaze
Everywhere I go I feel I don’t belong
Shove it up your ass like your hot pink thong
OH
I ain’t even done with this song
Shatter that ego like a handmade bong
So you gonna finsta me to death?
Can’t wait until you're a housewife smokin’ that meth
So no, I ain’t sad about prom
Rap Hiroshima
Yeah I dropped that bomb
Enola gay
Yea I bet ur all gay
Or you’re all like Jared CEO of subway
(Emdissocool) -
Hey Noodle Hair
This ain’t 2003 it’s 2017 and I licked your bitch’s pussy
And then I gangbang it, and grabbed an Arizona
Oh shit you remember me now?
Dontcha?
Wait, where the sad boys at?
At the trap, or are they skatin at
B - A - S - H BASH
Lawl
You guys rock
Until you’re fuckin’ thirty
Get mail for your mom knock knock
UGH goddamn, but wait
There’s one more to hate
Go follow Goodsheps Instagram page
Shit I forgot the gains
But they ain’t have none
They’re just a group
Suckin’ off Fox News for cum
Goddamn, hold up
Don’t forget about me
Am I a dyke who ain’t even 5’3”
Or am I the coolest motherfuckin’ asshole to be?
IDK
Listen to you not me
(The Real JD) -
Pray to your god Mitt Romney
But now, who’s the real queen bee?
Sorry, but don’t forgive me
I’m the phD of rappin'
I got my fuckin’ degree