Next Album's Called: Chronicles of Areas Book V: Dadquest Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie
Next Album's Called: Chronicles of Areas Book V: Dadquest Songtext
Yes
And it′s good
Scoochie Boochie
Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
Fuck that
Sometimes you're in love
But she does not feel the love back
I′m brushing the dust off of what used to be my nutsack
Got sons to outrun
And a dad who needs his son back
It's a lot to unpack
I've been getting W after W
Took a dump in the rain
But besides that
Everything′s great
Well and my gas
When I get laid
Oh and my nads
Also did break
Holy shit I crushed it
Bish I wasn′t born I erupted
Then I put the umph in triumphant
Then I put my nuss in a dustbin
I'm the best cuz nobody else does this
Who you know that′s got titty lore?
My best friend is a gossipy horse: George
Scoochie is an onomatopoeia for the sound of a jaw hitting floor
You could make a beat with a bag of chips
Still sound good when I rap on it
You could make a beat out of splashing piss
Turn that piss into classic shit
Master it with a Gameboy Color
Mix that shit on an onboard motor
It don't matter
Still do numbers
Still give unwed mothers a boner
Go in your closet
Get out the box with
Old electronics
Get out the worst pair of earbuds you have
And dude I promise
Still gonna slap
Like an old southerner′s knee when they laugh
(Laugh, knee slap)
I'm in a lab
I throw a bluetooth like a flash bang
All of the rats are shaking their ass
Sorry if it got a little niche
But my target audience is me
If you′re in the market for some hardcore fart lore
Follow me
Bish, right this way
I never met another that can write this way
I'm the only one to occupy this lane
I'ma have to call you back, babe, I′m in space
Every outing is an opus
Every now and then I drop an album and the outcome is the dopest
Making me delighted is my focus
If you people like it that′s a bonus
I don't have a very big fan base
All I have is very big fans
I can give you very big ham steak
But just know I rarely give damns
A billion years of ferns and then me
A machine made of meat that
Burst from the deep
With a speech stat
Higher than a bird off the weed
I′m a try-hard each last
Word is a treat
This is high art chiseled out of farts and tits
It's a gift that I even get a turn at living
I make light of the dark abyss
Just a little glimpse of eterni-titty
There′s something profound to the fact
That the best to ever do it undoubtedly shat
In this vast cloud of light and mass
They still had to sit down and wipe their ass
That is why I'm like relax
We′re in space, bitch, pride is wack
Our life is a vape hit
Time is gas
So before it dissipates it's
Wise to laugh
Big bad fart
Big fat dookie
Big-ass ass
And some big-ass boobies
If they're wearing headphones
And they got a slick ass coochie
Or they′re rock hard
Odds are it′s that Scoochie
I'm just tryna master peace
But if I don′t
I'll at least leave a masterpiece
It′s time to go
You can feel free to clap and scream
I'm bout to gulp
Down a whole bowl of mac n cheese
And it′s good
Scoochie Boochie
Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
Fuck that
Sometimes you're in love
But she does not feel the love back
I′m brushing the dust off of what used to be my nutsack
Got sons to outrun
And a dad who needs his son back
It's a lot to unpack
I've been getting W after W
Took a dump in the rain
But besides that
Everything′s great
Well and my gas
When I get laid
Oh and my nads
Also did break
Holy shit I crushed it
Bish I wasn′t born I erupted
Then I put the umph in triumphant
Then I put my nuss in a dustbin
I'm the best cuz nobody else does this
Who you know that′s got titty lore?
My best friend is a gossipy horse: George
Scoochie is an onomatopoeia for the sound of a jaw hitting floor
You could make a beat with a bag of chips
Still sound good when I rap on it
You could make a beat out of splashing piss
Turn that piss into classic shit
Master it with a Gameboy Color
Mix that shit on an onboard motor
It don't matter
Still do numbers
Still give unwed mothers a boner
Go in your closet
Get out the box with
Old electronics
Get out the worst pair of earbuds you have
And dude I promise
Still gonna slap
Like an old southerner′s knee when they laugh
(Laugh, knee slap)
I'm in a lab
I throw a bluetooth like a flash bang
All of the rats are shaking their ass
Sorry if it got a little niche
But my target audience is me
If you′re in the market for some hardcore fart lore
Follow me
Bish, right this way
I never met another that can write this way
I'm the only one to occupy this lane
I'ma have to call you back, babe, I′m in space
Every outing is an opus
Every now and then I drop an album and the outcome is the dopest
Making me delighted is my focus
If you people like it that′s a bonus
I don't have a very big fan base
All I have is very big fans
I can give you very big ham steak
But just know I rarely give damns
A billion years of ferns and then me
A machine made of meat that
Burst from the deep
With a speech stat
Higher than a bird off the weed
I′m a try-hard each last
Word is a treat
This is high art chiseled out of farts and tits
It's a gift that I even get a turn at living
I make light of the dark abyss
Just a little glimpse of eterni-titty
There′s something profound to the fact
That the best to ever do it undoubtedly shat
In this vast cloud of light and mass
They still had to sit down and wipe their ass
That is why I'm like relax
We′re in space, bitch, pride is wack
Our life is a vape hit
Time is gas
So before it dissipates it's
Wise to laugh
Big bad fart
Big fat dookie
Big-ass ass
And some big-ass boobies
If they're wearing headphones
And they got a slick ass coochie
Or they′re rock hard
Odds are it′s that Scoochie
I'm just tryna master peace
But if I don′t
I'll at least leave a masterpiece
It′s time to go
You can feel free to clap and scream
I'm bout to gulp
Down a whole bowl of mac n cheese
Writer(s): Michael Ribbens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
