SWEET SIXTEEN
Channel: SATYASHEEL
Date: 2020-12-26

EASILY THE BIGGEST FATTEST L
THIS IS CLEARLY A MISTAKE

A MISTAKE THAT IF I HADN'T COMMITTED
I WOULDN'T HAVE CONTINUED MAKING SHIT 


SO THANK YOU 16, BOUT TO BE 17YR OLD SHEEL


PERFORMED AND WRITTEN BY: SATYASHEEL GAJBHIYE

COMPOSER/PRODUCER: GAURAV JAYCHITTA AND SAHIL KUKDE


RECORDED AT: THE FREEDOM STUDIO




THIS IS MY FIRST SONG AND SINGLE






NOW SIT YO BITCH ASS DOWN AND LISTEN TO THIS SHIT





COME ON MAN, FUCKING SEE IT ALREADY


LYRICS:


 2020 won

Intro:
Aight lemme start again

Mihir si ti em t'nsi to
Niagara trats emmel

Hook:
BEFORE THE END OF SWEET SIXTEEN
IMMA BEND AND SPLIT THE SCENE
IMMA TEND TO GRITTY MISCHIEFS
RESTORE THE WARES OF BLEATS AND CHRISTMAS AND OF CHEATS AND MISFITS, AND OF BLEEDS AND CHRISTENING, AND THE BEAT SOME SENSE INTO THIS BITCH

Verse 1:
A kneel dome
A knee cross(knee jerk)
You only jerk off that's your instinct
I blert spots outta existence
I spert and spit bullets
Of high heights, you're immature
And amatuer
And you won't get it zero caliber
And I'm Taliban
You in my leash I cut you in half like trunks
You're freezed up in my junk
A Griffin Glucked up schizo
Thot i transform into a god
You with opium i make prime examples of
By toying with you
Soiling with you
But you defecating im
Perpetuating
And penetrating
A slipping fucked up grimlock
Babied everytime cushioned up
But buttons shut
You're on that gram I'm kilo
I fuck math I'm not on a pillow
Never should we be in the same conversation
This weeb is not clever could never spit shit
Only a conductor
Raichu(who me yes)
Be Petrified and electrified when this fake ghost
On the taser
Scooby snacks, snake scope
Sullied when i came right here you're not cool but subzero
Doesn't in your axon
Like pussy(you don't get it)
Crucified the bully
Your terminals are shut
Terminated and Like yo butt
Admit and admire me you're just below
Dim lights
Them eyes
Demise
Devise a
device
Dim lights
Them eyes
Demise
devise a
device
(moans into oblivion)

Hook:
BEFORE THE END OF SWEET SIXTEEN
IMMA BEND AND SPLIT THE SCENE
IMMA TEND TO GRITTY MISCHIEFS
RESTORE THE WARES OF BLEATS AND CHRISTMAS AND OF CHEATS AND MISFITS, AND OF BLEEDS AND CHRISTENING, AND THE BEAT SOME SENSE INTO THIS BITCH

Verse 2:
I quit??
A reprimand sentiment
Sting the quill
Im rapping full
When im dropping deuce
The gospel news
Grossing rules
Boding eules
Sobbing through
The death your fate on keeping faith
On sodomy school
When I'm grasping stools
And possibly too
Till I'm fossil fuel
Deep in this bitch
You a loafer, im unloading the uploader who's been exploring the sofa for some beer some beaf a rear mirror some meat
Broke the team, left a breeze
The soccer brought her along with the EAs those sweet days made my sleeve say 
that heart is gone
Like your bread and butter thot
I'm bred to rise
You befalled on your self some cheese a wheat a cereal ingredient in me being a murderer of daily soap
And bathing loaves
The scream,
Thot roast you so much
For craving more
Homophones
I'm saving it for
When I'll be acting sweet in the end
But like hot chocolate 
In the Thar desert
You're left alone
Heating again
Behaving this way
Is unacceptable 
What you throwing a tantrum
I'm a ghost 
One who's boding an augur a black lantern
And extortion racket
I black handed you
Contortion be baffled
Im fucking and slowly removing the decoy
Luring the boys in
Groping a phantom
Eating this way
Boding a Random
Personification of death
Your pussy I'm
Behooving And
honestly I'm witherin'
Seething with the air
The time's run out
Slowly am at ya
The cape lunges seeps out
Plunges in the air to choke hold you
Fuck your jugular am a liger
A Cross in your neck 
Crucifying reconnect 
Im showing a sanctum
Entice em
Duck bitch I'm an embezzler saying we gon make it and decorating imma finish em
Zooming and crusing through the air
I've trodden down yo name plodded on grain
Zoning in yo neck
I'm a fighter

Hook:
BEFORE THE END OF SWEET SIXTEEN
IMMA BEND AND SPLIT THE SCENE
IMMA TEND TO GRITTY MISCHIEFS
RESTORE THE WARES OF BLEATS AND CHRISTMAS AND OF CHEATS AND MISFITS, AND OF BLEEDS AND CHRISTENING, AND THE BEAT SOME SENSE INTO THIS BITCH



Verse 3:

this back talk
Scolding an anthem
Everyday bro, heavenly expose
Bitch
You're scoring a gamble
Keep yo joker phase and poker face to you
You're boring a lord I'm the
Fucking goat
But I'm blazing you not grazing you
Dorothy's tantrums
Stale broke rick roll, amazing
The yellow brick road is entertaining
Or ring and pamper
The lables, suck their dick till nothing's left
The label, stuck with riches something's dead
BOO it's you boohoo
Bitch this'll be run by me show em your caricature, you my rival
Bitch it'll be
Done by me my Gore is the sample

Bitch you exist, that's why I'm exasperating 
I'll slap the crazy little shit outta you
Don't persist
I ain't ejaculating when I'm masturbating
I love you but you racist and sexist I'm at yu baby
Drench it, but it won't quench it
Two packs of and two plaques on my CD
Im
Makaveli 



BEFORE THE END OF SWEET SIXTEEN