Trollhunter

(album: Suburban Nightmare - 2018)

Face fuck Quasimodo
Everything I do, I do it dolo
Bitch, I'm never smiling in a photo
Oh no, rappers fake beefin just for promo
Homos, father of the gods call me Kronos
Hello, I'm splitting atoms like a rello
But Ionno how to drain a skull full of Jell-o
Mellow, but damn that's an angry looking fellow
Ding dong ditch, paint a white house yellow
I run in your house while you take the trash out
In your sister room seeing what the ass 'bout
L on her forehead she's a smash mouth
Leave her more dead trying not to pass out
Which finger shall I throw up in the sky? (which one?)
Chicken noodle soup, dirty soda on the side
We got hostages and I get some high
If we don't get what we want, we gone let some die

There are over 7 million mentally I'll and emotionally disturbed children in America
This program is about some of those children

Sewer rats, the fucked up kids
Train-spotters, grave-robbers, fucked up shit
Pedal to the metal, bring yo luck up kid
Drove it off a cliff, he's a fucked up kid, ay
Hell nah bitch, carry this L
Like a bellhop bitch, superhead
I got a hell hot bitch, big mouth boy
On some tailcop shit, we do not do that
Mr. Hooligan shit, packing my things
I'm moving in bitch, meddling kids
Like scooping them bitch, and
I got fans in Jerusalem bitch

When the demons come out to play at night
When the demons come out to play at night
You scared

Won't you give me that rosatta
Get paid like yo father, just hear care what I gotta
Armondo Estrata, I paint a face with maga
I give a fuck 'bout nada, a goofy I am not a

I'm out the Norway to be a troll hunter
I could go through an Oz as quick as road runner
If this ain't droppin this summer it be a cold summer
If this ain't droppin this summer it be a cold summer
I'm out the Norway to be a troll hunter
I could go through an Oz as quick as road runner
If this ain't droppin this summer it be a cold summer
If this ain't droppin this summer it be a cold summer
(Damn Right)