Lakitu – Fried Rice
Genre Rap


Feat. Pridemore

Verse 1Fried Rice

I eat the ass for breakfast, the pussy for dessert
The cum flies all around like a fucking blizzard
I fucked your bitch’s pussy, I bet you miss her
I hack into that pussy like I’m in the squad, lizard
I go mad for the pussy man, I go fucking berserk
Succ every day, this bitch a fucking expert
Pussy game magic, motherfucking pussy wizard
I’ve never actually seen a vagina, fuck

Verse 2Pridemore

Okay, we out in the desert and we runnin’ this shit
It’s hot as hell but we got all the water in this bitch
Camas middle class, so ya know we kinda rich
Like Kung Fu Kenny say the flow is so sick
We finna run it back like the pacer test
Don’t got the best flow yet but that's surely my best
When I create these bars into gold success
Become the best Maker out, I'm better than the rest

Verse 3Fried Rice

Iced tea, warm water, soundproofing in the dormer
Your heart damn colder as I'm only getting warmer
You're a fucking peasant, while I'm the damn lorder
Vomit your cold heart out with your fucking eating disorder, bitch
Bitch, a "Crazy bitch!"
Got my back hurting like a "Crazy itch!"
I'll throw my verse at y'all, it's wetter than my dick
Just kidding I'm a virgin, shit, uh

Verse 4Pridemore

Camas, Camas, Camas, as white as printer paper
Ban us, ban us, ban us, go bright with dinner later
Throw in some spice, that shit is best
Throw down some rice with beef and the zest
Don't know how to cook but I take it as a threat
Throw all that dice in the Grand Budapest
Throw your ass down in that grand booty fest
Trying real hard when you do the final test

Verse 5Fried Rice

I rhyme every line until the last bar
Repeating the same jokes like my name's Ryan Barr
Tie a couple ropes, hang yourself, die hard
Or talk about your memes over MIDI guitars
I've written more bars than suicide notes
I've written more bars than dude inside those
Prison cells, cause fuck it, y'all got actual charges
I'm just sending texts bitch, you're fucking lethargic

Verse 6Pridemore

I’m drinking Iced Tea and I do it in rounds
The project’s a pound and yo’ pound is an ounce
Compared to the kick and the snare and the sound
With the mix and master to make it account
It’s too late, I ain’t great but I’m good at the beats
You can’t make no dough, so you give back receipts
You’re makin’ EPs, your career goes delete
I’m pulling out Rhodes, you put down your seat
Throwing shit around, that's my profession
Fuck around in class, I can't hear the lesson
Photoshop class, yeah we takin' photos
Then after that, let's go buy some Joe Yo
Cuz I'm kinda hungry, huh, thirsty for food
And you're doin' other shit, I don't wanna be rude
But we can't risk grades to go down and under
So we gotta do the math and count the numbers, like

Verse 7Fried Rice

1-2-3, 5-7-8-9
How many thots do we got online?
And how many thots do we got on mine?
And how many thoughts do you got on your mind?
That you aren't saying, that you aren't saying
I've been saying mine, hospital staying
I'll probably write this little verse and go
But you'll hear this and throw your phone out the window
I throw rocks at these thots as I pull up in that bimmer
That bitch fucking ugly, have you even fucking seen her
Call me Mr. Memer with the misdemeanors
Bored at the border like I missed a beaner
Warned her, horned her, borned a, restraining order
I was in there early like an Amazon pre-order
I give it to you easy, you should take a fact or two
I'm throwing all my sharp shit at you, like lakitu

Verse 8Pridemore

Okay, okay, okay, okay, enough of this track
I'm sick of this flow that came outta backpacks
Gonna be this verse, one more and that’s that
Then on the next track, we finna run right back
Cuz there’s bar, song, part for everybody
Student-Athletes, Blacks, Arabs, and Thotties
But enough of that now, it’s still for fun
Last bar done, right onto the next one

SkitPridemore and Fried Rice

Dude, shut the fuck up, stop whining about bitches

If you make one more whiny-ass bar about thots I swear to fucking God I'ma-

Fuck you


The naked mole rat
Although it’s neither a mole, nor a rat
Much about their behavior is strange
They spend their entire lives in virtually complete darkness
Weaving their way through an underground network of burrows and tunnels

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