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Hold up Morty Turn up my vocals a little bit Thats perfect Go get me another bottle Thanks you little bitch Guess who back, it's Rick Sanchez back in this bitch Bottle in my hand cause I gotta stay lit Do 120 flyin' round in my ship, We bout to get schwifty, fuckin up shit Really gettin sick of the god damn smiths Some are not bad, but Morty you a bitch Wubba lubba dub dub, get off my dick I wake up and get out the bed, grab a half empty bottle, I'm downin' the rest Put my face in the table and snort up kalaxian crystals Yeah they got my heart pounding out of my chest Feelin it dribble, it's hittin Now I got the sauce like I'm drippin, in every dimension I visit They breakin' necks just to witness, stoppin and starin, they know that I'm different I get it, just know if I said it, I did it, I'll create a problem and solve it, know Jerry is livid Sorry but I still ain't quittin, just sippin, I'll kill you if you ever sit where I'm shittin That really is none of your business, don't get it twisted, yeah Know I still sit with my daughter and turn on the cable, we flippin until I pop out Guess who back, it's Rick Sanchez back in this bitch Bottle in my hand cause I gotta stay lit Do 120 flyin' round in my ship, We bout to get schwifty, fuckin up shit Really gettin sick of the god damn smiths Some are not bad, but Morty you a bitch Wubba lubba dub dub, get off my dick Guess who back, it's Rick Sanchez back in this bitch Bottle in my hand cause I gotta stay lit Do 120 flyin' round in my ship, We bout to get schwifty, fuckin up shit Really gettin sick of the god damn smiths Some are not bad, but Morty you a bitch Wubba lubba dub dub, get off my dick She can't keep her hands off my Johnson, I got the Citadel lit now they moshin, Ain't jackin the flow I don't care bout what's poppin They keep on askin me what am I doin, like bitch I'm just squanchin Ugh, fuck the Federation, they better face it I got the key, you can't have it, I'll pass it to my generation Prankin' the president, flyin the spaceship, uh Blast off, I ain't tryna link no daps, boy you better step back, keep your hands off Couldn't touch my flow with a 20 foot pole in a 1v1 standoff No co-sign, no handoff Built like a slim jim, ain't nothing slim when the pants off I'm the motherfuckin villain that you can't stop Guess who back, it's Rick Sanchez back in this bitch Bottle in my hand cause I gotta stay lit Do 120 flyin' round in my ship, We bout to get schwifty, fuckin up shit Really gettin sick of the god damn smiths Some are not bad, but Morty you a bitch Wubba lubba dub dub, get off my dick Guess who back, it's Rick Sanchez back in this bitch Bottle in my hand cause I gotta stay lit Do 120 flyin' round in my ship, We bout to get schwifty, fuckin up shit Really gettin sick of the god damn smiths Some are not bad, but Morty you a bitch Wubba lubba dub dub, get off my dick
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