Kony 2012 (Joseph Kony Diss Track)

I might just fuck your sister
She sucked me, then you kissed her
Wait, why’d you kiss your sister?
That’s kinda fuckin' weird, bro
We must stop Joseph Kony
Him and all of his cronies
We know that he’s a phony
Yeah, he’s just all baloney
I might just fuck your sister
She sucked me, then you kissed her
Wait, why’d you kiss your sister?
That’s kinda fuckin' weird, bro
We must stop Joseph Kony
Him and all of his cronies
We know that he’s a phony
Yeah, he’s just all baloney
Ay, ay, ay
Pull up and splash
Bitch, I’m so trash
I got your girl, I’mma take her to mass
During communion, might smoke on some gas
But if she hold my hand, I’mma nut way too fast
Not a tongue, but I might hit a lick
And I took your girl’s nipples and I gave it a flick
I can’t trust none these hoes, they be making me sick
But if you fuck with my dogs, I might go John Wick
Stretching my money just like Silly Bandz
I write my lyrics using Comic Sans
Met a bitch from Bahamas, she said, «como se llama»
I said that is a language I don’t understand
Goddamn
Feeling like the man
I swear that I love every one of my fans
If you talking shit, you can catch these hands
Yeah, the way I run the game, you would think I’m from Sudan
I feel like Danny Devito
Eatin' some Fritos
She call me papi bonito
I’m home alone, so I whip out my phone, and you know that my shit incognito
This shit is crazy
All of my bitches are goth, shout out to my man Lil Tracy
Don’t give a fuck 'bout these critics, I cop me a Civic, then whipped that shit
like a Mercedes
I might just fuck your sister
She sucked me, then you kissed her
Wait, why’d you kiss your sister?
That’s kinda fuckin' weird, bro
We must stop Joseph Kony
Him and all of his cronies
We know that he’s a phony
Yeah, he’s just all baloney
Bitch, I’m Rock Johnson, flexin' on y’all
I was built different, see Pippens and all
Took third in the long jump with a bad hop
Hit a half a gram of powdered crackrock in the matchbox
Treasure man instead of putting numbers on boards
Pussy want beef, that’s just some more chores
How many cubans bought houses last week?
What’s the difference between a bog and a creek?
One fucking flows, you dumb cunt
Fuck off me squid, I don’t fuck with y’all kind
Yung Nugget producing, damn, he got lines
Alright you caught me, I never got Vine
Felt me and your girl seven seconds a time
Bust quick like the Soviet Union, exit the room, and I see her father,
I’m zoomin'
Right to the mall where I’m working at Wendy’s
Smoke in the bathroom, I keep this shit cleanly
Yeah, you know I be out here with the flow game
Take your hoe, gassed her up with the propane
Out my face, lil bitch, you a fucking lame
Oh, this your girl? She just gave me brain
Think you need a flu shot 'cause I’m fucking ill
Yeah I dine and dash, hoe, I don’t pay my bill
Had to fuck a bitch raw, made her eat a pill
But I’m done, dropped her off at a…
Okay, they call me J nut, and I’m kinda in a rut (Okay!)
Three albums in a year, but I could’t cop a hear (Goddamn!)
If you’re fucking with Yung Nugget, then you might be kinda queer
His songs are kinda shitty, and his rhymes give him some…
Wait, hold up, hold up, stop the fucking beat