WD40 Lyrics
Bye-Bye
She think it’s some—
She think it’s some—
Your appointment…
She, she, she, she, she
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop (She think it’s some)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop (She think it’s some)
She got too much baggies [?], told that bitch to hit the [?]
WD-40 on my cell and cock, drop and chill
WD-40, pour me
Two Porches in Portland
Call me corky
‘Cause I left corks on the floorboards of the lobby
From the North Shore, I’m big body
But I tour more internationally
Put my dick between her hoops like it was full-court with the referee
I’m a ball-tosser and gobstopper
A jawbreaker and guap-caller
A shot-caller, would shock you
Saw my neck, it’s a dog collar
I called my bro, said, “Do not take bro serious, they just talkers”
He started with his finger on the nine just like a cop caller
A cop caller, why can’t I call her queen
‘Cause she a sinner, snake, and side-piece
I call her Gilbert ’cause she God-free
Skin vanill-er but I’m a killer-killer
Meet my parents, meet the Millers
So many medicine bottles, house was built off pills and pillars
Pills and pillars
So many medicine bottles, I could fill a script and cure disease
I’m Hercules, irk you to leave after spilling seed
After the seed spill, I’m back doing street drills
‘Til my WD-40’s repackaged and refilled
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop (She think it’s some)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop (She think it’s some)
She got too much baggies [?], told that bitch to hit the [?]
WD-40 on my cell and cock, drop and chill
Bitch, Ramy a venereal
Stalk in the dark, a serial
Bastard of raw material
Cracking up at your vigil
Pissing on your tombstone, bringing havoc’s habitual
Call me Danny Phantom, I fuck her then turn invisible
Mickey breath [?] I curb then stomp you out like [?]
Put a hex on all my enemies, mopping ’em with the Swiffer
Super Soaker leave ’em broken in the middle of the street (Street)
Welcome to the Terrordome, motherfucker, better bring your heat
Swang the Honda Civic like it’s a Porsche and not give a fuck
She say that she wants to stay a virgin, so (I’m in her butt)
All you see is smoke released from my lungs when I’m in the cut
Watch you come from ashes and I’ll return you to fucking dust
Bitch, I’m Ramy Krueger, you can catch me lurking deep up in your dreams
Hit you with some’n fatal for thinking that this shit is sweet
Whip out your spine and leaving you frozen at a sub-degree
Put all your goods inside of my bag like it’s trick-or-treat
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop (She think it’s some)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop (She think it’s some)
She got too much baggies [?], told that bitch to hit the [?]
WD-40 on my cell and cock, drop and chill
Well, well, well, what’s up, bruddah?
It’s your boy, Kam Patterson, man
I’m glad you took my advice, you’re finally blowing up again
‘Bout fuckin’ time, shit!
What? You fell off for like four years? Hmm!
Aw, man, that’s a long time to be nothing!
Hey, I’m glad you’re figuring it back out, bruh
I’m proud of you
