"Gruesome Twosome" lyrics
Billy Marchiafava & Ashtin Larold Lyrics
Yo! Check, check, check, check, check
Yo! Check. One, two. One, two
Check, check, check, check, check
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Royal Funzone
We the terrible two
The dirty duo
Pull up with a bottle of gin and some macanudos
Making fucking paper from New Jersey out to Juno
Make a broke hater saltier than my prosciutto
In a bitch's jaw
Where my balls go
Used to serve pills at the neighbourhood "Costco"
"No fuck"'s my motto
Five bitches in a row
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo
Got my belt from Italy
And my shoes from a truck stop
Shorty's ass
Bigger than a taxidermied muskox
Keep a blunderbuss inside the Lamborghini glove box
You mom sucks cock at a bus stop
Fuck wad
Exhale the smoke
Get back to the dough
Foot up on the clutch, and I'm ready to go
I keep a stick like a maestro
I play a show than you pesos
I'll be balling 'til abuelo
Hating on the gang
That's no bueno
You chase hoes
I chase queso
Ashtin Alfredo
I'm'a great-white you a mako
Fire like waco
Bitch, you soft like "Play-doh"
Play her like a cello
Walk up in the bank
Say, "Hello."
I'm a good fellow
Need me some dinero
Wrist-looking like a disco ball
Let me tell you why we deserve to have it all
You a gentle breeze
I'm 'a squal 30 "G"s
In the vault
Your opinion doesn't matter to me even at all
You a flea
I'm the Hulk
Not competing with y'all
Shorty creaming on me
While I'm deep in her walls
I'm a deranged motherfucker
Walk up to me
I might cut you
Smooth like butter
Son of a gun
Son of a bitch
The don dada
Billy coming straight out the gutter
You wanna get it
I got it
I don't withdrawal deposit
Wallet so thick that it feels like a fucking brick in my pocket
You fucking crib is my closet
My shit's so sick
Make 'em vomit
I say dumb shit for my job
And make a ridiculous profit
That's right, motherfuckers
Stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
The games are done
The game's over
You lost
You lost
[?] give up the ghost
Hell! It's over
Yo! Check. One, two. One, two
Check, check, check, check, check
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Royal Funzone
We the terrible two
The dirty duo
Pull up with a bottle of gin and some macanudos
Making fucking paper from New Jersey out to Juno
Make a broke hater saltier than my prosciutto
In a bitch's jaw
Where my balls go
Used to serve pills at the neighbourhood "Costco"
"No fuck"'s my motto
Five bitches in a row
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo
Got my belt from Italy
And my shoes from a truck stop
Shorty's ass
Bigger than a taxidermied muskox
Keep a blunderbuss inside the Lamborghini glove box
You mom sucks cock at a bus stop
Fuck wad
Exhale the smoke
Get back to the dough
Foot up on the clutch, and I'm ready to go
I keep a stick like a maestro
I play a show than you pesos
I'll be balling 'til abuelo
Hating on the gang
That's no bueno
You chase hoes
I chase queso
Ashtin Alfredo
I'm'a great-white you a mako
Fire like waco
Bitch, you soft like "Play-doh"
Play her like a cello
Walk up in the bank
Say, "Hello."
I'm a good fellow
Need me some dinero
Wrist-looking like a disco ball
Let me tell you why we deserve to have it all
You a gentle breeze
I'm 'a squal 30 "G"s
In the vault
Your opinion doesn't matter to me even at all
You a flea
I'm the Hulk
Not competing with y'all
Shorty creaming on me
While I'm deep in her walls
I'm a deranged motherfucker
Walk up to me
I might cut you
Smooth like butter
Son of a gun
Son of a bitch
The don dada
Billy coming straight out the gutter
You wanna get it
I got it
I don't withdrawal deposit
Wallet so thick that it feels like a fucking brick in my pocket
You fucking crib is my closet
My shit's so sick
Make 'em vomit
I say dumb shit for my job
And make a ridiculous profit
That's right, motherfuckers
Stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
The games are done
The game's over
You lost
You lost
[?] give up the ghost
Hell! It's over
