Enrique Gay
Finn Malling35 Plays
•5 months ago
Hey Ric, quick question How many times do I gotta teach you this lesson You say you’re 6 foot 3 but for what Even riding a 10 foot stick you can’t pole vault But it’s OK, you can’t control what you got But I would blame your dads bad kidneys for making a little f’n bot Didn’t want to bring up your Gene if I didn’t have to, dude Maybe that's the reason all those girls never got back to you You’re flow is off, just like that mile time Don’t got no bitch but you that says “mine, mine” The way you dance and float around you look like a mime Thought bout coming out the closet, Jaynie left you behind Where's Angie? What about the lobby kiss in that hotel? Cornerman, throw in the towel; ref, ring that f’in bell Your stanzas are soft just like your d around the girls They think you’re one of them, like a son to them Go on little fairy, give us a pretty twirl Keep running round that track and on all those blades of grass Come tf out that closet, it don’t fit your lanky ass Where’s your guys, Where’s Evan, Where’s Kyle That three way, we can see coming from a f’n mile Your mile Like 4 minutes to get hard, 30 seconds to cum Your house built tall like Ron Weasley’s Twinning with your crib the way you’re tall and skinny Only bands you got go in that lil ponytail Where’s your D1 letter? Have you checked for it in the mail? Do you want peace? You want the doves, huh? What's with that goofy smile? Ain’t you momma call you gov’na? Ain’t you bite a sword and tell us you weren’t drunk? Bet you rode more guy’s swords than Shaq’s made dunks. Don’t cry little Eric, I’m sure you’ll find time to clap back If you aren’t too busy getting your ass clapped from the back So come on, stand up, let's hear that ovation You see me flying above you, I call that aviation You’re in the basement of 40 calling our for more shots Acting like you’re 12 on the walkie calling in these shots You think you’re tough like you've got that strap on Even if you was with a girl you’d want a strapon Call this routine the way you’re glazing that canadian’s dick Eat that shit up like poutine, “Nice to meet you Drake, I’m Eric” Go ahead, try to cover up the fact you’re gay Building up a house of cards, get to roofing Ellis don’t like you or your scanning Get your bag up, better yet, get into scamming At least then you’ll get caught and thrown in jail with Big Pete He’ll see you and start calling you Fresh Meat, Fresh Meat Fresh in the meet the way you fall off that pole A fresh meet the way you can’t talk to new girls Fresh deets the way those girls give you the inside scoop In the friendzone like a goddamn chicken coop I gotta wrap this up now, you aren’t worth my time With me against you, you’re pressed to outshine Outshine your siblings, that hard for you Self proclaimed favorite, You’re mom ain’t followed through
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Hey Ric, quick question How many times do I gotta teach you this lesson You say you’re 6 foot 3 but for what Even riding a 10 foot stick you can’t pole vault But it’s OK, you can’t control what you got But I would blame your dads bad kidneys for making a little f’n bot Didn’t want to bring up your Gene if I didn’t have to, dude Maybe that's the reason all those girls never got back to you You’re flow is off, just like that mile time Don’t got no bitch but you that says “mine, mine” The way you dance and float around you look like a mime Thought bout coming out the closet, Jaynie left you behind Where's Angie? What about the lobby kiss in that hotel? Cornerman, throw in the towel; ref, ring that f’in bell Your stanzas are soft just like your d around the girls They think you’re one of them, like a son to them Go on little fairy, give us a pretty twirl Keep running round that track and on all those blades of grass Come tf out that closet, it don’t fit your lanky ass Where’s your guys, Where’s Evan, Where’s Kyle That three way, we can see coming from a f’n mile Your mile Like 4 minutes to get hard, 30 seconds to cum Your house built tall like Ron Weasley’s Twinning with your crib the way you’re tall and skinny Only bands you got go in that lil ponytail Where’s your D1 letter? Have you checked for it in the mail? Do you want peace? You want the doves, huh? What's with that goofy smile? Ain’t you momma call you gov’na? Ain’t you bite a sword and tell us you weren’t drunk? Bet you rode more guy’s swords than Shaq’s made dunks. Don’t cry little Eric, I’m sure you’ll find time to clap back If you aren’t too busy getting your ass clapped from the back So come on, stand up, let's hear that ovation You see me flying above you, I call that aviation You’re in the basement of 40 calling our for more shots Acting like you’re 12 on the walkie calling in these shots You think you’re tough like you've got that strap on Even if you was with a girl you’d want a strapon Call this routine the way you’re glazing that canadian’s dick Eat that shit up like poutine, “Nice to meet you Drake, I’m Eric” Go ahead, try to cover up the fact you’re gay Building up a house of cards, get to roofing Ellis don’t like you or your scanning Get your bag up, better yet, get into scamming At least then you’ll get caught and thrown in jail with Big Pete He’ll see you and start calling you Fresh Meat, Fresh Meat Fresh in the meet the way you fall off that pole A fresh meet the way you can’t talk to new girls Fresh deets the way those girls give you the inside scoop In the friendzone like a goddamn chicken coop I gotta wrap this up now, you aren’t worth my time With me against you, you’re pressed to outshine Outshine your siblings, that hard for you Self proclaimed favorite, You’re mom ain’t followed through
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