Just hit a button Morty, give me a beat
Oh man, ok, alright, um
Yuh, yuh, turned myself into a pickle
Can't stand these hoes call Joe Swanson, bitch I'm Fortnite
A dentist, cuz I'm flossin that's a loss and
Moss man call me Call Me Carson
Bars are so fire bitch charge me with arson
Gotchu in the scope, imma pope
But I'm dope pullin bitches
Call me a dope pope rope clean as soap
I be smokin dope, headed 'round the globe
Imma put a f*ckin bullet through your frontal lobe
Imma tortoise you're a hare
Kiss my derriere welcome to my lair
Its time to share, grab a chair
I'll be fair I don't care
Kiss my ass if you dare
I'm fast and the furious, call me George cuz I'm curious
I may be h2o but I'm not delirious
I'm just a lyricist
Writin bars while watchin porn but I ain't bicurious
My heart broken so I put it in rice
Lookin nice piped her twice maybe I piped her thrice
Jesus Christ
Fat ass possessed by a f*ckin demon bitch, you need some f*ckin exercise
She a basket case so I call that hoe green day
A mean way, she pay, maybe we can indulge ourselves in a threeway
Not in a teen way I mean tear your f*ckin spleen way
Turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(I'm Pickle Rick)
Got that bitch freakin out cuz you know she love the dick
(Alien dick or something)
My rhymes got corona cuz they f*ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
Bitch you look like an egg call you Robotnik
(And his name is John Cena)
Tear your spleen, break your knees mortal combat
That thing's so made up like a wombat
All over the place call me Tracer
I'm the card up the sleeve, magic trick, call me sir
Turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(I'm Pickle Rick)
Got that bitch freakin out cuz you know she love the dick
(Alien dick or something)
My rhymes got corona cuz they f*ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
Bitch you look like an egg call you Robotnik
(And his name is John Cena)
Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick
Hoes jumpin on my dick
Talkin shit, talkin shit, talkin shit
Man you better run that shit
He turned himself into a pickle
My dick as sharp as a sickle
Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick, holy shit
Cleanup on aisle 3
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Just hit a button Morty, give me a beat
Oh man, ok, alright, um
Yuh, yuh, turned myself into a pickle
Can't stand these hoes call Joe Swanson, bitch I'm Fortnite
A dentist, cuz I'm flossin that's a loss and
Moss man call me Call Me Carson
Bars are so fire bitch charge me with arson
Gotchu in the scope, imma pope
But I'm dope pullin bitches
Call me a dope pope rope clean as soap
I be smokin dope, headed 'round the globe
Imma put a f*ckin bullet through your frontal lobe
Imma tortoise you're a hare
Kiss my derriere welcome to my lair
Its time to share, grab a chair
I'll be fair I don't care
Kiss my ass if you dare
I'm fast and the furious, call me George cuz I'm curious
I may be h2o but I'm not delirious
I'm just a lyricist
Writin bars while watchin porn but I ain't bicurious
My heart broken so I put it in rice
Lookin nice piped her twice maybe I piped her thrice
Jesus Christ
Fat ass possessed by a f*ckin demon bitch, you need some f*ckin exercise
She a basket case so I call that hoe green day
A mean way, she pay, maybe we can indulge ourselves in a threeway
Not in a teen way I mean tear your f*ckin spleen way
Turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(I'm Pickle Rick)
Got that bitch freakin out cuz you know she love the dick
(Alien dick or something)
My rhymes got corona cuz they f*ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
Bitch you look like an egg call you Robotnik
(And his name is John Cena)
Tear your spleen, break your knees mortal combat
That thing's so made up like a wombat
All over the place call me Tracer
I'm the card up the sleeve, magic trick, call me sir
Turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(I'm Pickle Rick)
Got that bitch freakin out cuz you know she love the dick
(Alien dick or something)
My rhymes got corona cuz they f*ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
Bitch you look like an egg call you Robotnik
(And his name is John Cena)
Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick
Hoes jumpin on my dick
Talkin shit, talkin shit, talkin shit
Man you better run that shit
He turned himself into a pickle
My dick as sharp as a sickle
Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick, holy shit
Cleanup on aisle 3
Oh man, ok, alright, um
Yuh, yuh, turned myself into a pickle
Can't stand these hoes call Joe Swanson, bitch I'm Fortnite
A dentist, cuz I'm flossin that's a loss and
Moss man call me Call Me Carson
Bars are so fire bitch charge me with arson
Gotchu in the scope, imma pope
But I'm dope pullin bitches
Call me a dope pope rope clean as soap
I be smokin dope, headed 'round the globe
Imma put a f*ckin bullet through your frontal lobe
Imma tortoise you're a hare
Kiss my derriere welcome to my lair
Its time to share, grab a chair
I'll be fair I don't care
Kiss my ass if you dare
I'm fast and the furious, call me George cuz I'm curious
I may be h2o but I'm not delirious
I'm just a lyricist
Writin bars while watchin porn but I ain't bicurious
My heart broken so I put it in rice
Lookin nice piped her twice maybe I piped her thrice
Jesus Christ
Fat ass possessed by a f*ckin demon bitch, you need some f*ckin exercise
She a basket case so I call that hoe green day
A mean way, she pay, maybe we can indulge ourselves in a threeway
Not in a teen way I mean tear your f*ckin spleen way
Turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(I'm Pickle Rick)
Got that bitch freakin out cuz you know she love the dick
(Alien dick or something)
My rhymes got corona cuz they f*ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
Bitch you look like an egg call you Robotnik
(And his name is John Cena)
Tear your spleen, break your knees mortal combat
That thing's so made up like a wombat
All over the place call me Tracer
I'm the card up the sleeve, magic trick, call me sir
Turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(I'm Pickle Rick)
Got that bitch freakin out cuz you know she love the dick
(Alien dick or something)
My rhymes got corona cuz they f*ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
Bitch you look like an egg call you Robotnik
(And his name is John Cena)
Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick
Hoes jumpin on my dick
Talkin shit, talkin shit, talkin shit
Man you better run that shit
He turned himself into a pickle
My dick as sharp as a sickle
Pickle Rick, Pickle Rick, holy shit
Cleanup on aisle 3
Writer: Billy Dayton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid