I know your shit stinks
But I can't f*cking smell it
I bet your knife stings
But I can hardly feel it
I don't need a chair bro
I'm comfortable standing
Wiping with my bare hands
You're scared to go camping
BKhotdog motherf*cker you can't even touch us
You can't even stand within a 6ft radius of me
I got worse than coronavirus or monkeypox
I'd spit on you but I still wear a mask
No face no case bitch
The thoughts I'm jotting are awfully sick
Your mama's playing tonsil hockey
On top of my salami stick
Astonishing I rock the noggin of your accomplices
With a hockey stick till unconsciousness
I'm cooking hot doggies with BK at your mommy's crib
And you can't catchup(ketchup)
Cause we're on top like condiments
BKhotdog - Bear Hands (feat. Dead Solace) Lyrics
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I know your shit stinks
But I can't f*cking smell it
I bet your knife stings
But I can hardly feel it
I don't need a chair bro
I'm comfortable standing
Wiping with my bare hands
You're scared to go camping
BKhotdog motherf*cker you can't even touch us
You can't even stand within a 6ft radius of me
I got worse than coronavirus or monkeypox
I'd spit on you but I still wear a mask
No face no case bitch
The thoughts I'm jotting are awfully sick
Your mama's playing tonsil hockey
On top of my salami stick
Astonishing I rock the noggin of your accomplices
With a hockey stick till unconsciousness
I'm cooking hot doggies with BK at your mommy's crib
And you can't catchup(ketchup)
Cause we're on top like condiments
But I can't f*cking smell it
I bet your knife stings
But I can hardly feel it
I don't need a chair bro
I'm comfortable standing
Wiping with my bare hands
You're scared to go camping
BKhotdog motherf*cker you can't even touch us
You can't even stand within a 6ft radius of me
I got worse than coronavirus or monkeypox
I'd spit on you but I still wear a mask
No face no case bitch
The thoughts I'm jotting are awfully sick
Your mama's playing tonsil hockey
On top of my salami stick
Astonishing I rock the noggin of your accomplices
With a hockey stick till unconsciousness
I'm cooking hot doggies with BK at your mommy's crib
And you can't catchup(ketchup)
Cause we're on top like condiments
Writer: Cory Fauteux, Ryan Letellier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid