Lyrics Muscle Memory (feat. Willy Brilly & Tumor Timmy) - Jobba the Hutt

I like my beans like jelly belly
My circular muscle is working Extra hours
When I die I want pizza on my Grave
Don't give me flowers
Popping some corn
Watching some porn
I have so much game
My dick's like a horn
No tumor in my brain like Timmeh
No spot on my glasses like Brilleh

Blue is the colour
Chelsea's the name
Fuck with those bars
You ain't got no game
Bitch don't be sad
I just wanna make you happy
Been hitting the gym
Game face like Snappy

Like Sonic he's gotta be fast
Cuz for Tumor Timmy it might Be his last
He is in constant pain
He's more fucked up than Ukraine
At least not as fucked as when Jobba's near
Looking like a discount Cocaine Bear

You need to poop 15 times a day
When your name is Tumor Timmy
There is no other way
A flow of shit from his arse
Some parts land on Willy his Glasses
He screams like he's dying
While Timmeh his dung is flying
Afterwards we will all eat cocaine
To die like that cancerbear in vain

I've got a big heart
I've got a big mouth
Bitch let me fart
Let me say it loud
I wanna scream
That I have a dream
To be like Willy
Gangster like Brilly

Good evening, like Unai Emery
Bitch you ain't got memory
I'll be coming with some crazy Bars
All you be seeing is some stars
Bitch don't make it a hustle
These bars are like
Memory from muscle

Don't you worry don't you worry Now
I'm sitting here with
Tumor Timmy

Say my name say my name
Timmy