Pinata

[Intro]
Crank Lucas

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
Yo I met her in the yoga class, fucked her over on the yoga mat
MegaMan hand Cannon'd her hymen, I blew a hole in that
Choke her with my scrotum steady throwin' thought I told you that
I strung her up from the ceiling with the rope, there ain't no goin' back
I bust open those guts when I smack her with the whiffle bat
Pull a Ben Stiller for the thrill of going Simple Jack
I want the candy fillin' steady spillin' out that bitch's ass
I take her back with receipts and demand your fuckin' payment back
'Cause I'm just sayin' the quinceañera don't wanna beat up vessel
Unless you wanna swing and dangle from your broken feet, bruh
'Cause this catastrophe's not mad discrete, so savage and passionate
Every blow is so accurate, I'm just glad to meet ya
Then it's on to the next, no pause for the best
Another party, another body, just call me and text
And I'd be right there like right there with claws on your chest
Providin' party favors for strangers with lots of regrets

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
Don't be makin' eye contact unless you quick to smash
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Only way she leavin' in a bag like a sticker pack
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Swing enough times, leave her stupid head split in half
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Bet the cats on the dark web want a clip of that
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that

[Verse 2: Mr 8 Legz]
Yo, you ain't dreamin', this a beating, you agreed to that
Now shut up, I'm livestreaming right up until the semen splash
Dick game needing she on her knees while I'm swingin' bats
Meaning you gettin' that glinch treatment, how she seem brat
Little Miss Know-It-All left for dead on her belly
It's protocol to open palm a head to find the confetti
Yo overall so appalled, girl was filled with spaghetti (Ew)
No candy just a G.E.D. that became a lubricant jelly
Well, shit, she's dead, how can I make this a positive?
Invite her best friend over with a bunch of empty promises
Now this time around I'ma stuff her pockets with Klonopins
So each swing I'll actually get something, not the opposite
Hangin' by extension cords, screamin' so I mimic her
If safety wasn't a concern, she'd see I'm a great listener (Yeah)
Create a wrestler, she get to pick her own finisher
Got a Louisville Slugger or my dick, they're pretty similar

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
Don't be makin' eye contact unless you quick to smash
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Only way she leavin' in a bag like a sticker pack
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Swing enough times, leave her stupid head split in half
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Bet the cats on the dark web want a clip of that
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Don't be makin' eye contact unless you quick to smash
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Only way she leavin' in a bag like a sticker pack
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Swing enough times, leave her stupid head split in half
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that
Bet the cats on the dark web want a clip of that
Ay, shorty got a body like a pinata, I'm hittin' that