Quandale Dingle - Shitnuts

My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to touch his weenie doodle My mom caught him and beat him with a pan I created an explosive bomb and put it in my sister's lunchbox It blew her to smithereens T-T-T-T Talk down Now I think that she gonna need a watch dog I should tell her my feelings but I'm not down Told that little boy to sit down I said sit down (bruh) And she asked if I'm happy, said I'm not If I leave, will he take my spot Spot Ask the boy what he even got Spot Spot Ask the boy if he even drop My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to touch his weenie doodle My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with a pan My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with an explosive bomb Bruh bruh bruah Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up We got breaking news Quandale Dingle escaped from prison Come on guys, listen up Hey, Quandale Dingle here I just escaped prison (ouhh) I am staying at my friend Juandale Pringle's house (Hehehe) As I was running away from cops, (WHAT) I fell and scraped some of my foreskin off (aaaaa) A guy named Garfield Jensen bent me over in the shower while I was in prison (WHAT ARE YOU DOING) My baby mama Shaniqua Anderson told me to pay child support so I gave my baby to creepy old guys Oh yeah That was the update Thank you for listening Now back to your normally scheduled song See, it's like. I love Quandale Dingle I give him a 10 out of 10 What do you guys think T-T-T-T Talk down Now I think that she gonna need a watch dog I should tell her my feelings but I'm not down Told that little boy to sit down I said sit down (bruh) And she asked if I'm happy, said I'm not If I leave, will he take my spot Spot Ask the boy what he even got Spot Spot Ask the boy if he even drop My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to touch his weenie doodle My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with a pan My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with an explosive bomb Bruh bruh bruah

Oh my God, Kinden stop playing with me Let's go Yeah, Quandale on the beat In the front seat You know that I'm pushin' P (hah) Gotta free me Rest in peace Daquavius He really from the streets He was out there when we got beat At the McDonald's (hah) Straight from the streets In the hood we bring out the choppa Sippin' that lean, my .40 finna sweep My ice doing dances, my money is clean Pull out the Draco, leave that boy bleeding Ride in a phantom, hold him for ransom Say it's Quandale, then throw a tantrum (hah) Free him from jail, go spin the block Say he an opp, we gonna send shots Straight hit the Henny, the Molly, the lean Say that you trippin', boy you can't read Say someone snitching, we gonna air it out (let's go) Drop a few racks, Amiri my pants Quandale's in jail, that's really sad Gucci my jacket, toss me the bag Put on the ski mask, we gonna bust a cap Ballin' like Jayson Tatum that's facts (hah) Free Quandale Dingle Did nothing wrong Rest in peace Daquavius He was from the slums He didn't do nothing But he got shot by a gun Ima say it now, you really are a bum (hah) Say it now Say it again You gonna mess with us We gonna spin Choppa hit yo head Leave you for dead Bullets hit yo brain, leave her on read Free Quandale Free Quandale Free Quandale Free Quandale Dingle He was just single All this ice You can call him Kris Kringle Call him Kris Kringle (Yeah) You can call him Kris Kringle (Let's go)

(Ah fuck again) (Packrunner Bitch) (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) Yeah, Ohhhh, Oh I'm Oprah, yeah Bitch, I love sucking penis Bitch, I'm up on Venus I'm sucking all on the penis I see Yeah, I have a lot of eyesight So I can see a whole lot of penis Fisheye angle on my eyeballs, aye I love to see the huge ass balls I hear a damn rat in the damn walls, yeah I just took a fat shit it's stinking up the stalls, yeah Is 32 too old to play with dolls, yeah I saw a 8 year old fall at Niagara Falls, yeah (Ahhhh!) Bitch, I love eating ass so much, I had to go on a diet If they discontinue my favorite gay porn magazine Then I'm startin' to riot McDonalds ain't give me no chicken nuggets So you know I shot the bitch up You posting yo girl on Instagram, but she look like the kid from Up The IRS all on my line, you know that I hung up I just hit Dunkin Donuts and you know that I left with a Dixie Cup Naked in my crib in New York-ork I got all my fans lookin' at me naked and they wanna eat my pork 1999 Toyota, yeah, you know it got a lotta torque 999 times, I beat my dick at work Bitch I'm trappin' You already know that I'm selling them Lemon Cello Cartnites, tap in Got a text from your mom That she want me to come over to do some clappin'(Oh golly) And when I get back home, I'm gonna do some victory fapping And maybe some slapping on my ballsack (Ow that fucking hurt) I just took a shit In the Ikea display toilet And I just took a piss in the ball-pit, yeah you know we too lit Snorting Cocaine off of dude's chest-hair like Brad Pitt I'm pretty gay I'll admit Pay for the finest hookers To eat the finest ass Every Friday I dine first-class Got a collar with a bell, it jingle Big Ol' feet I get the tingles Fat ass Santa broke my shingles Shout out brodie, Quandale Dingle Naked in my crib in New York-ork I got all my fans lookin' at me naked and they wanna eat my pork 1999 Toyota, yeah, you know it got a lotta torque 999 times, I beat my dick at work (I just took a fat shit it's stink) (Packrunner Bitch) (Yeah, I'm at 50%, yeah, I'm at 50%)