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Forest Battle (From 'Transformers: A Vingança dos Derrotados')
I'm fucking Goldilocks The baddest bitch in the woods I'm sleepin' in you beds and eatin' all you foods I'll take your hotdog, your cake Without even askin' I'm eatin' everything inside you pic-a-nic basket Cuz I'm homeless I'll sniff you out like a stray Been wearing this dress for over 23 days I'dont give a shit I'm gonna break in and enter Your little fucking cottage is my homeless shelter Found a house full of bears and said What the fuck How can bears afford mortgage And a hemi truck So I crawled into their cottage And raided the place Ain't no way I'll be arrested With this sweet little face This porridge is shit That chairs from Ikea I'll take a nap after my chamomille tee-a This tea is just right, I ain't goin' nowhere I'm from the mutha fuckin' south I ain't afraid of no bears Hey red Who gave you that hoodie, your mommy I'm red riding hood The baddest bitch in the woods I'dont have to steal food I have manners, understood Yes my mom made this coat in 1966, so Let me be clear It's vintage bitch I'm the queen of these woods I'dont need GPS You smell like a beats feces Your dress is a mess I'm awere as shit Just saw a wolf truckin' But I ain't fuckin' worried Cuz bitches, I'm packin I'm grandma's girl, wich means Don't even trifle I'aught me everything she knows Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Including how to shoot a rifle But she's sick in bed So I'm bringing her bread And a fancy cheese spread So back off, or you're dead I'm gonna pick her some flowers And be off on my way And as a side note How do I make a Bouquet I'm fuckin' kidding I'm smart as shit What big eyes you both have Cuz my spit was legit This oughta be good In animal speak that means I'm fuckin' Snow white I can summon the birds With one little word Better cover your shirt I'm drip drip droppin' turds I get what I want And with one little wave I made seven little people My mutha fuckin' slaves That may be Immoral But damn, I'm in heaven Chelsea Handler's got one nugget Bitch please, I got seven I can eat a poison apple & still have a pulse You eat a bowl of cold porridge And you fuckin' convulse Where's your prince at, bitch Oh, that's right, you're single Better hope that wolf finds you Maybe then You'll get a dingo I'm a Disney princess That means I get respect When you visit Disneyland You'll signin' my checks I get diamonds & gems from a fuckin' mineshaft I'm the fairest in the land And you're just forest white trash Bitches-AH
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