Rap Sons Lyrics by That Mexican OT
Waving my middle finger, hoping everyone sees it
I got a *** tied up in the basement, I gotta go feed it
I must be immune to ass ’cause it ain’t burning when I’m peeing
Put Actavis in the slab and later on, it started leaning
Switch the engine in that ***, now I’m riding around with the demon
Feeling like my name is Tom, ’cause at your mom’s I’ll be peeking
Got the clap from that ***, now my *** won’t stop leaking
Now I guess I’m your stepdaddy, you can come over for the weekend
But if you *** up, I’ma whoop you like you ain’t mine
And on top of that, your stupid ass is grounded
And every night you got to stay home to listen to me pound it
When I’m done, I walk into your room, like, “What the *** you gon’ do about it?”
Smack him up, and spit on him, I laugh while he pouting
You think your mom wants to sit on another ***, ***, I doubt it
So I ain’t going nowhere, you better get used to all this clowning
Now I’m about to drop *** in your mom and cause a power outage
Oh, I got a whole lot of ***
Saying they pregnant with my kid
I got to tell them every time
That whack ass rapper ain’t my son
I got a whole lot of ***
Saying they pregnant with my kid
I got to tell them every time
That whack ass rapper ain’t my son
I hop in and out of they life once or twice to play peekaboo
Then I hide for a couple of years, probably three or two
Goddamn, this baby ugly, but that’s just between me and you
I can’t believe I *** you, girl, you look like Beetlejuice
This other *** say, “I know he yours, he came out with boots on”
I say, “*** that! He just a poser, I know that you wrong
I know that ain’t my guy kid, ***, ’cause I *** you in the ass
You can’t pop up on me three years later, that’s just the past”
I ain’t your buddy, B, you nothing to me, you like your mom, you ugly
I remember *** your mother underneath the ugly tree
Stepdaddy OT, I want to dress up just like you
There is no one on this earth who likes you more than I like you
Okay, bro, suck it easy and take my *** out your mouth
Riding *** without no license you deserve the big house
I take my Louis belt off and put it right on their buns
I’m sick of my rap sons
I take my Louis belt off and put it right on their buns
I’m sick of my rap sons
Oh, I got a whole lot of ***
Saying they pregnant with my kid
I got to tell them every time
That whack ass rapper ain’t my son
I got a whole lot of ***
Saying they pregnant with my kid
I got to tell them every time
That whack ass rapper ain’t my son