Haze Drops Off Building

[Intro: Mr. Barber & Brussel Genitalia]
This is a tale
Of a really fat lesbian woman
I'm not sure if she is a woman, but...
All I now is: She fucked with the wrong barber
Murder this thing, Brussel Genitalia
Woah, okay, yuh, aye, yo, stupid, yo, dumb bitch, check it out
Okay you stupid ass bitch

[Verse 1: Brussel Genitalia]
Licking my dick, you're dumb for fucking with the dick
You need to stop tryna lick every man, you bitch
You smell like fart, you stickle in your nickel
I shove my pickle in your mom
You think you're lyrical imperial
I eat your ass in like my cereal
And shaking bacon, make it
Homer Simpson have poundcake
Your career is gay and your career is fake
And I want to eat you now
Thot pocket, you need to stop
After this murder, don't call the cops
Oh, you can't, you're dead, XD
You piece of shit
I suck more dick than you and your fucking parents, nigga
Why are you alive? Like, you need to shit yourself, like, right now
Like, I'm gonna eat your fucking father, dude
You think this is a joke, dude?
I eat- I eat children
K? Cause I can, fuck you
Bitch

[Hook: Mr. Barber]
Stop talking about my genitals, yuh
You're just jealous you don't have them, yeah
So you can't fuck your gay girlfriend, you're gay
Your logic smells like biracially
I face the trees in spite of your gluttony
I'm honestly I'm really happy I don't have your blood in me
Stop arguing with the children here
Stop being mad because you can't have any of your own

[Verse 2: Mr. Barber]
Haze, AIDS, Johnathan Hays
Blindly slap your tits around in a rage
It's not my fault you're insecure about being gay
It's obvious because, well, you're gay
Mainly just a target for you, that is what I seem to be
If you're okay with it, go away
Destruction of head space, aye
Yeah, make a website, I bet you forgot how
My god, you're obviously a cow
Get it? Heavy weight champion, gay weight champion
You're not straight; ham is in your belly all day
Extreme slayer of grams per day (she smokes a lot of weed)
It's not my fault you're in pain because you're gay
Jesus has brought this to you, because you gay
Don't call me, make me call the KKK, I'm totally not racist but you would wish that to be true so you could have a message to make
Heather Renee Alcorn, your totally Al Gore

[Hook: Mr. Barber]
Stop talking about my genitals, yuh
You're just jealous you don't have them, yeah
So you can't fuck your gay girlfriend, you're gay
Your logic smells like biracially
I face the trees in spite of your gluttony
I'm honestly I'm really happy I don't have your blood in me
Stop arguing with the children here
Stop being mad because you can't have any of your own

[Verse 3: Mr. Barber]
Verse 3, but I probably shouldn't make this
You ate too much already, you eight tonne bitch
The only reason I'm making fun of your weight is because you're being all insecure about it, smoke more weed
You need it to realise that people hate you
You're an ape, ew
I know that Mr. Barber has had this power in store
You will cower in my store
Grab a pair of scissors and cut off your pubic hair
I know why you save it up, it's because your cupid's bear
Take a Q-Tip right up your nose
Wobble it around, I pulled your brain out
The only reason you really wish to diss
Is because, well, fuck, you're shit
You tell us to play on a playground, at least we can climb on stairs
You called me a fat boy in your diss?
Lol jk, go take a piss
You really need to, maybe you'll lose some weight
You've been saving it up for 19 hours straight
Oh oops, I said straight, didn't meant to offend you

[Hook: Mr. Barber]
Stop talking about my genitals, yuh
You're just jealous you don't have them, yeah
So you can't fuck your gay girlfriend, you're gay
Your logic smells like biracially
I face the trees in spite of your gluttony
I'm honestly I'm really happy I don't have your blood in me
Stop arguing with the children here
Stop being mad because you can't have any of your own

[Verse 4: Malfatto]
I'm Malfatto, you're a pussy, you have gay and also pushy
Gaping hole, let's have a look see
You have ugly and some stinky
Pull my pinky, I make stinky
Meaning I make you in a metaphorical way, do you get it?
You're gay you're gay you're gay you're gay haahahahahha
Lyte's gay Lyte's gay Lyte's gay Lyte's gay ooohhhaaheehehehe
Wes gay Wes gay Wes gay Wes gay ooooooooeeeeeee
Ya'll gay ya'll gay ya'll gay ya'll gay hrrraah
(lol, you're a faggot)
I have all the best lyricism
You should know I have the wisdom
You have poopy in the system
You pedo and also wrist cut
You done messed up mess with me I'll pour you in cup
Best is me you know lest of
Famine I have penis
I'm Mc
Creenis
Leave you in the toilet like a feetus
You are stupid I am smart
You can smell me like a fart
I always win right from the start
You can lick me on my shart
Imma push you fortnite cart
Onto the penis where we fuck
I identify as a duck, HELP ME IM STUCK

[Hook: Mr. Barber]
Stop talking about my genitals, yuh
You're just jealous you don't have them, yeah
So you can't fuck your gay girlfriend, you're gay
Your logic smells like biracially
I face the trees in spite of your gluttony
I'm honestly I'm really happy I don't have your blood in me
Stop arguing with the children here
Stop being mad because you can't have any of your own