WYCLEF MOM

[Intro: iCue & Crispy Cumsock]
Helloo there ladies and gentlemen
Uhh, today is Wyclef Jean type beat
You know Young Thug, you knoooahhh, ah
C'mon Bruh
Shoutout, thuggerman
I have...(unintelligible)

[Chorus: iCue]
Big ting, noggin, IQ, login
My man, shorty, big lips, certi
Your dad, thirty, Qusay, dirty
Plant Pot, fluent, fake one, cluen’t
IQ, three, bust my, knee
Ends, posh, brain, slosh
Braincell, loss, smoke, moss
Two plus, seven, think that’s, eleven

[Verse: iCue, iCue & Lil Bruh]
Pull up, park, DeArti, Bark
Slurp with the sesh, got brain damage ay
Got aids from my cat, but I can manage ay
Pinkie promise to the gang, I’ll kiss Qusay if I can
Intentions not clear, I’ll make your IQ disappear ay
Mans not really a scholar and that, mans not really got aids from a cat
That’d be caids, but a cat not a call ay
Sublim to thе lipman, on Qusay call a hitman ay
Call him Lee the way he hit man, it’s ok, I know u fan man
Take this, you’ll need it, my IQ, dеpleted
Don’t talk, delete it, shush, eat it
My brain on, retard, for Qusay, en garde
Salute the brain you better do it, fall out the game we cannot do it
Ain’t radioactive, we’ll still cause a tumor ay
Get with Gang Shloink like the times, I got aids, that’s a rumor ok boomer
Hey wait that doesn’t rhyme ay (You fucking retard!)

[Chorus: iCue]
Big ting, noggin, IQ, login
My man, shorty, big lips, certi
Your dad, thirty, Qusay, dirty
Plant Pot, fluent, fake one, cluen’t
IQ, three, bust my, knee
Ends, posh, brain, slosh
Braincell, loss, smoke, moss
Two plus, seven, think that’s, eleven