Can you write the best song? - Your Moms House State of Mind (The Joystick Hip Hop) By anonymous unicorn

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, PEE aka leshwana, it's time.

It's time, PEE aka leshwana (aight, PEE aka leshwana, begin).

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

The poo drops deep as does my pee.

I never cry, 'cause to cry is the your mom of c.

Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined.

I think of poop when I'm in your moms house state of mind.

Hope the c got some key.

My tree don't like no dirty sea.

Run up to the free and get the me.

In your moms house state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The sweaty poo?

You complain about juicypoo6420.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hew.

I'm rappin' to the joystick,

And I'm gonna move your dick.

Hairy, moist, ugly, like a cat

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an at.

I can't take the juicypoo6420, can't take the bat.

I woulda tried to pee I guess I got no mat.

I'm rappin' to the dick,

And I'm gonna move your joystick.

Yea, yaz, in your moms house state of mind.

When I was young my your mom had a queue.

I waz kicked out without no blue.

I never thought I'd see that hew.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my your mom's eschew.

A greasy ball is quite the wall.

Thinking of poop. Yaz, thinking of poop (poop).

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