Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tidwell Biddy , by - Jon MurdockRelease date: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tidwell Biddy , by - Jon MurdockTidwell Biddy |
| In the whip, watching a bitch blow my penis, banging Tony Kiedis |
| Grabbing phony cleavage, driving about, only speedin' |
| I know this hot bitch whose pop was a locksmith |
| He taught me how to unlock shit with a lock pick |
| Pack a huge cock, long, for your girl to do squats on |
| Playing a Pac song, my Asian bitches get they Wok on |
| Cook beef and broccoli, suck cock for me |
| Debauch all the debauchery, Murdock’s John Constantine |
| Stab the cat with no utensil but the spork pen |
| So I beat him in his face with a torque wrench |
| You rhyme average, lyrically, I’m like Clark Kent |
| Man of Steel on the reel, verbal bomb threat |
| Smoke a pack of sherm, rhyme diesel as a pachyderm |
| I’ll blast, you learn just how motherfucking wack you were |
| Fuck this, fuck Oslo, slim stick or the myoid |
| In Cairo with a pyro lettin' nines blow by the silo |
| Vato, who’s as nice as me that y’all know? |
| Long dick stallion medallion, sickest rhyme flow |
| Slightly intoxicated, obnoxiously box a hater |
| Drop him like a hot potato on the spot like I’m the greatest |
| Still hit the block for paper, chop and bag, cop the latest |
| Serving while I watch the neighbors long as it’s the guap I’m makin' |
| Make it, take it, break it, shake, rattle and roll |
| Throw the dice, head crack all these snakes, scatter and go |
| Pop shots from the grassy assassin action bold |
| Eager monos leave the dojo, Shogun, assassin of souls |
| But she don’t brown, 'round town for the summer |
| Get your order supersized, blowing clouds in the Hummer |
| Chop and snort, getting foul with your mother |
| She let me tickle her tonsils when I found her that butter, what up fucker? |
| The Dutchmen dedicated, destroying these featherweighted |
| Glass Joe Bozos, wanna be bro, never made it |
| So get your act together before it’s a wrap forever |
| Body sold, makeup, breakup, never get back together |
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