Zef Gore

Yo, check it, check it, fuck your aesthetic

You look like a hemorrhoid, fake and pathetic

I’m a Zef-god, freak-show, rat in the gutter

You’re a stuttering bitch, mouth full of peanut butter

Look at your face, total waste of a soul

Your personality is a black, gaping hole

I’ll slap your teeth out, paint the floor with your spit

You’re a soft-serve cone filled with nothing but shit

Don’t talk about rap, you don’t know the biz

You’re a little tiny peen, where the evidence is?

I’m a Ninja, a monster, a king in the dirt

You’re just a stain on the front of my shirt!

Chorus:

FREAK! OOH, YOU’RE A LITTLE FREAK!

I’ll rip your guts out and play hide-and-seek!

FUCK YOU! YES, YOU! YOU’RE A WASTE OF SPACE!

I’ll leave my dirty boot print right on your face!

Zef side! We don’t hide! We take a ride!

On your dead body, fucker, nowhere to reside!

Verse 2:

You’re a fuck-boy, clown-boy, dressed like a ho

I’ll sell your testicles at the local expo

You got a micro-dick, such a sad little sight

I’ll use your foreskin for a kite in the night

You’re ugly as sin, you’re a genetic error

I’m the lord of the filth, I’m the bringer of terror

Your mama’s a slut and your dad’s a balloon

I’ll stick a pineapple up your ass in the moon!

You’re a loser, a boozer, a crusty-eyed prick

I’m the big bad wolf, suck my big bad... stick!

I’ll drop you like a habit—wait, no, that’s lame

I’ll drop you like a toilet, and forget your name!

Outro

Yeah!

Zef!

You’re garbage!

Take your little tiny ego and crawl back into the sewer!

Don’t come back, you fucking absolute disappointment!

Fuck off!