Timix000 - Apple Jack (feat. Fred Sheeran & Kool Whip)

Toot toot (The apple's in town in town)
Scoot over for the new fruit (So red and round)
I'm off the ground and I'm comin for your food group
Bananas fake news, allow me to introduce
I'm A
To the double P
To the L
To the E
Boss apple with the sauce bust itdown so sexy
Thought I was JK but I add an AC
I Keep it temperate but don't try and test me
My juice so sweet
Core full of poison
Cyanide in my seed
But yo mama is enjoying
Suckin' daily
Cuz she doctor avoiding
Apple coitus noisy
Cus I work some toys in
Bury you in shame like you Boison
Copped a plane TSA won't let apple boys in
This banana nut twisted like testicle torsion
Telling cock and ball stories of
Perplexing proportion
I bet you got the clap sexing so many lasses
Banana Alex no one asked what your mass is,
You can't evade me and your foreskin taxes
I don't fall far from the tree so it's hard to relax
Hard to relax
You got John Wick on both knees
But Tim Cook pay me royalties
This boy spoiled
Banana pants soiled
He need to check his loyalties
Chubby chode lookin so dumb
Second to my superior scrotum
I got flows to make the bros cum
Yo bars soft kinda like a sheep wrote em
Yo daddy and the beat I'm ridin' em
He spread cheeks I widen em
While I make his backside numb
Yo mom in the corner all jealous like
APPLE JACK can I please get some? (Please please)
No, she gotta wait
I gotta fuck up a banana, but fuckin' his daddy is making me late
(Bitch you already ate)
Apple Jack got sack I put it where I please
Put app-balls in yo jaws, ask you how you like deez
Apple to the bottom of my genes (Get low)
Banana Alex got disease (I know)
He broke smoking bum ass weed (No hoes)
They all displeased with ya' STDs (Oh no)
I got the green, the Vitamin C, and the trees
Flip you apple birds at applebees
Banana farts get blown by apple breeze
Watch out for a turd when apple sneeze
Ya better comply
Jack bouta let apple cum fly
Think fast or you get some in your eye
This is apple moment certified
Give bananny granny a cream pie
Apples know how to make them moan
I'm in your home
Yo whole family givin' me dome
Ya never shoulda have picked up the phone
Cus I've been picking up the techniques
For rappin and fappin and clappin ya cheeks
Stop yappin when the bad apple speaks
Ya cappin so loud that it reeks (Freak)

Written by:
Timix Zero

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