Lyrics Big Stick - Jobba the Hutt

He is back
And he isn't so whack
Shooting feces in the sky
Yeah these lyrics so fly
Here with Biggie Smalls
He has giant balls
He misses your calls
He too busy plowing your sister
In the halls
Biggie bitches Biggie bunda
Biggie bentley Biggie bowler
We are top G's
We aren't trying to be sober
Getting victory royales
Is a daily occurrence
Take the L for everyone
Who is my concurrence

Big Stick
Stick that Biggie in that Smalls

They see us rolling through the Streets
Only freestyling and producing Sick beats
I have so much cholesterol
It's coming out of me
It's not going to be long
Before my big stick will be free
Growing fungi on my body
Cause I like biology
No one can say anything
Cause of body positivity

I got a call from Mr Presidente
He said Jobba you're so good
In dolce far niente
I said excuse me bitch
I'm an efficient worker
My stick is notorious
The most big in the world
Now clap those ass cheeks like
Clap clap clap
Butter me up with literal butter
Let's go fucking hard now
No need to stutter

Kitkat
Citty cat
Show me ur pussy
If you say no you're a baka that's Sussy
Me and biggie are oiling up
Burning till we're greasy
If you wanna move us
It isn't going to be easy
I like to travel
Take me on your voyage
Work trip or space trip
Weed or hasj
Reach for the stars
If you're ready to grasp em
Unless you're Lil Throat Cancer
Worshipper of mayhem

If you're a fatshamer
Please suck my dong
I will chest bump you like Donkey Kong
I will spear you with my Samurai Sword
My big stick dingeley dong
That everyone adores
Now rest in peace for you
And my boy Biggie
Please stay away forever
With that little slippy dickie