Bender V Panda
Pandaraps
GENRE
Hell froze over
Red rover, red rover
Better get yo’ ass moving fo’ the snow get colder
Fo’ yo’ soul get frozen
How’m I s’posed to let it go
When mah hopes get dashed, by dis bleak weatha forecast
All I wanted were som’ sunny days
But they never seem to come to me
Tried to get him out his dungarees
Never got past having lunch with me
Guess it’s funny now in some degree
But funny people seem to fucking reek
Like CKs otha hand that’s not touching on the telephone
Keep it bouncing like the hands up on the mutha fuckin’ metronome
And ballad out like let it go
Singing Elsa touched my testicles
Damn, why you gotta ruin children’s movies for the spectacle
(Get papa up on the scene, baby)
Rain rain, go away
Don’t come again
Or I’ll fucking spray some shots into the air
Like every concert, every fucking day
Or a gathering or child’s play
But who give a fuck about the gun laws
It’s America, go out and get more guns today
On discount, with no background check and bullets free if you buy 6 now!
And place you dick up on an eagles chest
I see you, yes, but I ain’t hearing shit, cancel culture talking waste
Who counter culture when the culture start gustapoing every lil’ word we fucking say
Yoooo true day bro, true dat bro
But double fuck these alt right nazis
Modern fascist, looking walking assholes
Shit falling out they mouth holes
Make them seem like need more fiber in they diet
I’m a San Francisco giant, and I ain’t even watch the sport bro
Fuck a sport bro, eat digirnos, and then pop on another porno
I’m basic that’s fo’ sho do
I’m basic that’s fo’ sho do
Great British Bake Off be my show tho
Man, where the fuck is toto
I’m just tryna click my heels and go home
Naaahhh bitch
You staying right here with old Mister Bender
No escape and no sequester, I’ll be here the whole semester
Throwing punches like Sylvester, it’s a rocky situation
When there two people in the same body straight pacen
Think there can only be one
Bitch, get ready for the art of war it’s all szu under the sun
No reprise ‘bout to come, I’ma end you right here
Strike fear in yo’ heart till impacts your whole career
Youse a deer
I’m a mountain lion
I’m a eat yo’ ass whole
Bitch, you look like Bill O'Reilly constipated in the cold
Bitch, you ain’t nothin’ without me
Come and get some more
I’m everything ever you wanted
I’m the answers that you’ve known
I’m demon in yo’ closet
And I’m coming for your soul
I’m get and when I grab it
I swear that shit is going cold
I’m a ten headed dragon, you can’t catch inside your dome
Screaming baby won’t love me, won’t you love me a little more
Ummmmmmmm noooooooo
Bye bye
Oh how time flies
When lost on how you lost one of your nine lives
I’m pumpin’ up my drive
‘Til I hit a hills peak
And I fly straight into the sun
In a 88 celica the color of my cum
Under the barrel of a gun
That I know is self imposed
Screaming baby, won’t you love me
Won’t you love me a little more
Red rover, red rover
Better get yo’ ass moving fo’ the snow get colder
Fo’ yo’ soul get frozen
How’m I s’posed to let it go
When mah hopes get dashed, by dis bleak weatha forecast
All I wanted were som’ sunny days
But they never seem to come to me
Tried to get him out his dungarees
Never got past having lunch with me
Guess it’s funny now in some degree
But funny people seem to fucking reek
Like CKs otha hand that’s not touching on the telephone
Keep it bouncing like the hands up on the mutha fuckin’ metronome
And ballad out like let it go
Singing Elsa touched my testicles
Damn, why you gotta ruin children’s movies for the spectacle
(Get papa up on the scene, baby)
Rain rain, go away
Don’t come again
Or I’ll fucking spray some shots into the air
Like every concert, every fucking day
Or a gathering or child’s play
But who give a fuck about the gun laws
It’s America, go out and get more guns today
On discount, with no background check and bullets free if you buy 6 now!
And place you dick up on an eagles chest
I see you, yes, but I ain’t hearing shit, cancel culture talking waste
Who counter culture when the culture start gustapoing every lil’ word we fucking say
Yoooo true day bro, true dat bro
But double fuck these alt right nazis
Modern fascist, looking walking assholes
Shit falling out they mouth holes
Make them seem like need more fiber in they diet
I’m a San Francisco giant, and I ain’t even watch the sport bro
Fuck a sport bro, eat digirnos, and then pop on another porno
I’m basic that’s fo’ sho do
I’m basic that’s fo’ sho do
Great British Bake Off be my show tho
Man, where the fuck is toto
I’m just tryna click my heels and go home
Naaahhh bitch
You staying right here with old Mister Bender
No escape and no sequester, I’ll be here the whole semester
Throwing punches like Sylvester, it’s a rocky situation
When there two people in the same body straight pacen
Think there can only be one
Bitch, get ready for the art of war it’s all szu under the sun
No reprise ‘bout to come, I’ma end you right here
Strike fear in yo’ heart till impacts your whole career
Youse a deer
I’m a mountain lion
I’m a eat yo’ ass whole
Bitch, you look like Bill O'Reilly constipated in the cold
Bitch, you ain’t nothin’ without me
Come and get some more
I’m everything ever you wanted
I’m the answers that you’ve known
I’m demon in yo’ closet
And I’m coming for your soul
I’m get and when I grab it
I swear that shit is going cold
I’m a ten headed dragon, you can’t catch inside your dome
Screaming baby won’t love me, won’t you love me a little more
Ummmmmmmm noooooooo
Bye bye
Oh how time flies
When lost on how you lost one of your nine lives
I’m pumpin’ up my drive
‘Til I hit a hills peak
And I fly straight into the sun
In a 88 celica the color of my cum
Under the barrel of a gun
That I know is self imposed
Screaming baby, won’t you love me
Won’t you love me a little more
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