Trollhunter - hooligan chase

Face fuck Quasimodo

Everything I do, I do it dolo

Bitch, I’m never smilin' in a photo

Oh no, rappers fake beefin just for promo

Homos, father of the gods call me Kronos

Hello, I’m splitting atoms like a rello

But Ionno how to drain a skull full of Jell-o

Mellow, but damn that’s an angry looking fellow

Ding dong ditch, paint a white house yellow

I run in your house while you take the trash out

In your sister room seein' what the ass 'bout

L on her forehead she’s a smash mouth

Leave her more dead trying not to pass out

Which finger shall I throw up in the sky?

(which one?)

Chicken noodle soup, dirty soda on the side

We got hostages and I get some high

If we don’t get what we want, we gone let some die

There are over 7 million mentally ill and emotionally disturbed children in

America

This program is about some of those children

Sewer rats, the fucked up kids

Train-spotters, grave-robbers, fucked up shit

Pedal to the metal, bring yo luck up kid

Drove it off a cliff, he’s a fucked up kid, ay

Hell nah bitch, carry this L

Like a bellhop bitch, superhead

I got a hell hot bitch, big mouth boy

On some tailcop shit, we do not do that

Mr. Hooligan shit, packing my things

I’m moving in bitch, meddling kids

Like scooping them bitch, and

I got fans in Jerusalem bitch

When the demons come out to play at night

When the demons come out to play at night

You scared

Won’t you give me that rosatta

Get paid like yo father, just hear care what I gotta

Armondo Estrata, I paint a face with maga

I give a fuck 'bout nada, a goofy I am not a

I’m out the Norway to be a troll hunter

I could go through an Oz as quick as road runner

If this ain’t droppin this summer it be a cold summer

If this ain’t droppin this summer it be a cold summer

I’m out the Norway to be a troll hunter

I could go through an Oz as quick as road runner

If this ain’t droppin this summer it be a cold summer

If this ain’t droppin this summer it be a cold summer

(Damn Right)