John Wayne Gacy

Never let the party die

It's Pointz and Type

I'll suffocate this beat best believe it

Like fucking duck taping the mouth of a baby fetus

Casey Anthony that shit til it ain't breathing

Jesus! That line just resurrected my penis

I shoot these verses intravenous

AR15 out the window of my Prius

Capping preschoolers

In bellbottom Levi's and Looney Tunes t-shirts

Puking up a burger that I ate at five guys

White lies, tell these white guy rappers nice try

Rappers might try not rapping cause whyyy

Is you rapping? living in the pig sty back room

Of your big thighed mom's house flowin' like a vacuum

You suck, you suck, you suckety suck

You're sucking it up

You suck so much my dick is in love

Stupid ass classless bastard with a poopy ass

Cupid has an arrow for ya since ya love your MAGA hat

This shit feels bassy

John Wayne Gacy

Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement

Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces

All hands raise up

The party's in the basement

This shit feels bassy

John Wayne Gacy

Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement

Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces

All hands raise up

The party's in the basement

I got a gun rack tatted on my nutsack

Dropped some acid on my tongue so pass that blunt back

I'm a weapon of mass destruction like Iraq son

Adopted my style from a culture that's a black one

Told Antifa that I'm Queen Latifa

Then I got beat up cause they thought I was female

Don't dab

Don't dance

Don't party

Saturday night I'm in my sweat pants

Farting

Or the back on an IROC

Listening to an iPod

Playing with my cock

While chewing on a Tide Pod

Praying that I find God

Like it's not my fault

I'm lost

Cruise thru life with GPS off

Cough turn and cough turn and cough

Castrate your balls cause you my dog

Out in the boonies drinking Truly's and Boone's Farm

Picturing George Clooney as I'm pooning your mom

This shit feels bassy

John Wayne Gacy

Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement

Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces

All hands raise up

The party's in the basement

This shit feels bassy

John Wayne Gacy

Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement

Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces

All hands raise up

The party's in the basement

You can't cancel me

I am cancel-free

Got that cancerous style like you can't believe

Talk shit to me

Catch hands like these

Tim Robinson

I think you should leave

You can't cancel me

I am cancel-free

Got that cancerous style like you can't believe

Talk shit to me

Catch hands like these

Tim Robinson

I think you should leave

This shit feels bassy

John Wayne Gacy

Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement

Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces

All hands raise up

The party's in the basement

This shit feels bassy

John Wayne Gacy

Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement

Let me get a taste of the flesh of your faces

All hands raise up

The party's in the basement

Gray stones, gray stones

Do I really need to drink from the bowl

Gray stones, gray stones

Do I really need to drink from the bowl

Gray stones, gray stones

Gray stones, gray stones

Gray stones, gray stones

Gray stones, gray stones

Gray stones, gray stones

Port Townsend has captured our souls