VERSE 1:
When I pull up with the rolls I ain’t talking Bentley
Squeeze the Charmin my clip is empty
Fill your Testarossa with holes like I’m supposed to
Put lead in the head of a grocer like a holster
Tried to limit me to 2 packs no biz
I’ll take these 2 plus his and his
Plus hers and hers plus them and theirs
Fuck what you sayin I ain’t leaving them with 2 squares

CHORUS:
I got all the toilet paper
Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin haters
Run up in your spot like the pigs more like Santa Clause
Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys
Now run all the toilet paper
Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin traitors
Run up in your crib like the pigs more like Santa clause
Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys

VERSE 2:

Dreams of burnin shit down since a kid with a book of matches
Jumping up and down on my fuckin mattress
Can’t teach you savages I’m fuckin classless
The most paper you ever had is to wipe your ass with
Sitting on a white cloud with a Kalishnakov
Pallets of angel soft when I drop the demons off
Only got ourselves to blame for how we got in Hell
All praise the King of Cottonelle
Word
CHORUS:
I got all the toilet paper
Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin haters
Run up in your spot like the pigs more like Santa clause
Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys
Now run all the toilet paper
Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin traitors
Run up in your crib like the pigs more like Santa clause
Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys