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E-I-E-I-O

You know
E-I-E-I-O

HOOK
E-I-E-I sit down in the chair bro
E-I-E-I watch me grip her by the hair bro
Dick her on down cause she clinch when ya stare bro
E-I-E-I she about to O

VERSE
Old McDonald had a pretty little mouth hoe
Stillin tracks off apps, not safe for work though
Sittin on the toilet smokin on the tin foil
Smoked his dick down limp like a Tootsie Roll
Old Pappa Mercer give it to her just right
Stay rock hard, bust her ass wit the mag light
You can sit in that chair, don’t stare lil bitch
Ya farm song sucked, bars smelled like pig shit
Pretty little mouth, open wide for the coke can
Jerkin off the S-E-O, got us coming in your hand
I don’t need Kevin the goat, I don’t need that cluck-clack
Just watch that smile while she lick on my nut sack

HOOK
E-I-E-I sit down in the chair bro
E-I-E-I watch me grip her by the hair bro
Dick her on down cause she clinch when ya stare bro
E-I-E-I she about to O

TAG
Old Pappa Mercer
Give it to her just right
You stay in the chair
That’s a Place for Yall tonight
E-I-E-I
O

Are Y'all Making AI

HOOK
Are y’all making AI or suckin dicks
Sound like shit, suckin at it
Gon’ kiss the tip, don’t gag when you spit
Are y’all making AI or suckin dicks

VERSE 1
From Old McDonald to Pakistan
I ain’t putting up with the bullshit
Hearing bout shitters and fritters, McDonald on blow
Making scenes, making greens, Dutch ovens and donkey shows
Y’all fucking up the game, it’s running out of ya nose
You not an artist, you a bitch, suck that dick till it blow
Apple fritter, shitter, you better than who
Anyone ever, you know you a fuck lie
Rimmin nuts on forehead ass burgers like Five Guys
You ain’t shit, you not me, shrimp dickin on 5G
I’m hard wired fiber optic nerve to an I-V
You probably thinkin it’s bout you, you probably right
Signin docs, sincerely fuck all you
You typo, you fake bitch, glitch off in the matrix

VERSE 2
They finna shut us all down anyway, y’all fake as hell
I can tell that by your smell
Smell like bitch and nipple milk
Mama need to wash her mouth with a piece of steel
You no skill, not even related
Best part of you got swallowed by your mama and gyrated
And I ain’t even good and I know you hate it
Anything I touch next to yours get violated
Not even orchestrated, you pussy, you castrated
I’m a stud son, king of the mud son
Spewing words, saying nothing but straight dumb
I’m super human, you super cumin
Puffing farts at your rectum, writing about it in some songs
But you can’t, so AI you got twenty of them
That’s like U M, and I’m bad as you never been
Savage off the top, no pad, pen tool or pen
Drop a clip on your ass, this dude excited look at him
You think I’d stick you with this? I wouldn’t fuck you with his
Or a ten foot pole,
You a bitch ass hoe
For stealing my flow
Take my brand off your show
I’m just letting you know
Before things get escalated
That ain’t some shit you buy at the stow
That’s that puller kick dough
That duct tape your ass up
That’s that light pole dick your bitch keep calling, she love

Where the Fuck You Get Them Views At

HOOK
Where the fuck you get them views at
It ain’t your music, you can’t rap
You either cheat the game
Or you own the algorithm nutsack
Where the fuck you get them views at

VERSE 1
I’ma stick ’em up for they plays
Pull up, get the jules up
Tech to your length frame
My boy come up out the back, deuce-deucin the whole thing
Now look, this just a robbery
Don’t make me hit this trigger
I’m just tryin to come up
I ain’t lookin for your figures
Rhythm not set, we payin homie
Is you payin or playin
You rappin like a dragon’s balls, not no Super Saiyan
I’m a big-time hitter, cold turkey, you wig splitter
Hit your ass so hard your grandkids gon’ remember
Verse, verse, left, right
You dodgin, duckin, and good night
Paddles up. Clear.
Shockin your ass back to life

VERSE 2
Now look, you owe me dog
You really lucky I ain’t flipped
When I seen my shit off on your page, homie, I about did
I ain’t gon’ say I ain’t make some phone calls
We just couldn’t tell where your ass is
Not cause we ain’t know where you was
Cause you AI-ish
My boy say I don’t know how to touch him, I think he might be fake
We already knew he ain’t nothing, not affiliated
Thought you might’ve been in hiding
Even hired a hacker dude to send out for them old Llamas you buying
I’m jailbreak, you jailbait, pencil on fire
Need a class-three felony to take this heat on this verse any higher
I hit that shimmy and shake
Thunder pound when I stomp the ground
I make that motherfuckin earth quake
Homie I don’t play
Where you get them plays at
You been down to the pyramids or fuck around on WhatsApp
You a hacker or a master, we know you a baiter
Tell me what I wanna know ‘fore your hand get Darth Faded
I’m a gator, you a poodle
My mind’s a razor to your noodle
You a chicken, I’m a cock, and cock-a-doodle-doo you
I’m the U.S., you a strudel, German, I’ll World War Two ya
Send them Pratt and Whitneys, thirty Mike-Mikes to your medulla

TAG
I’m just playin, this is silly, we just want to get you wound up
We makin bets on what it is next you fuckin up
We kickin butt and takin names
You takin dicks in your ass, man
Go ahead and try to spit some bars
I been lookin for a trash can
I can subtract or divide you
On TikTok they unalive you
I’m Shanghai Noon
I’m Big Pun and you Big Poon
Hope you got some new material
I’m too lethal, stop pissin me off
Take my brand off your shit and get the fuck off my balls
I ain’t playin, all y’all can get it any day
This is Burger King, motherfucker
We coming through, no joke
Now fall back like your hairline and your cardio
And get the fuck on
We about to roll a blunt
And no, you can’t have none
I don’t care if it’s legal here
You ain’t gettin this fruity
Cause your breath smell like nipple milk an Booty