Originally Posted by
Hug
Ya
My sweety peach
I'll bring your head. Into the stitch
Wanna make some fun?
You'd better run, run, run!
If i will see ya lam
I will hold mah gun
I'll corrupt your head
Take mah virgin instead
Make my butter on bread
Gonna make ya wet
We gonna find out Tyzi
And ask her for my vi-zee
Maybe i will not
Get my grammy
But i have some luck
And my legs are hairy
That's quantity over quality if I've ever seen it
I've got rap layers like an onion, brotha I'm the shit.
I've got your bitches in my castle, you're green with envy I can tell.
Your raps stink like my outhouse's rancid smell.
Slurping slugs and spitting fire, I'm fucking nasty
Married to a princess, that shit is fancy.
I've crushed you, Hug, like a Dragon's stomp
It's all ogre now, get out of my swamp.