WD40 Songtext
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WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop
(She think it′s some)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop
(She, she, she, she, she think it's some)
She got too much baggage
Told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she)


WD-40, pour me 2 portions importantly
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 jaw breaker and guap coddler
A shot caller, would shock you what′s on 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
I cannot call her queen 'cause she a sinner, snake, and side piece
I call her Gilbert ′cause she God-free
Skin vaniller, 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
Her cue to leave is 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, she, she, she, she think it′s some)
She got too much baggage
Told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (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, she, she, she, she think it's some)
She got too much baggage
Told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she)


Bitch, Ramy a venereal, stalk in the dark, a serial
Bastard of raw material, crackin′ up at your vigil
Pissin' on your tombstone
Bringin′ havoc's habitual
Call me Danny Phantom, I fuck her, then turn invisible
Make you bite the curb, I stomp you out like my name Vineyard
Put a hex on all my enemies
Moppin′ 'em with the Swiffer
Super soaker leave 'em broken
In the middle of the street
Welcome to the Terrordome, motherfucker
Better bring your heat
Swing 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 fuckin' dust
Bitch, I′m Ramy Krueger
You can catch me lurkin' deep up in your dreams
Hit you with somethin′ fatal for thinkin' that this shit is sweet
Whip out your spine and leavin' 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, she, she, she, she think it's some)
She got too much baggage
Told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she)

Well, well, well, what′s up
Brother? It's your boy, Kam Patterson, man
I′m glad you took my advice, you're finally blowin′ up again
'Bout fuckin' time, shit
What, you fell off for like four years? Mm
Aw, man, that′s a long time to be nothin′
Hey, I'm glad you′re figurin' it back out, bruh
I′m proud of you