Hellen Keller, no you can’t sell her
Bet ya imma tell her that I’m gonna keep her in the ice cellar
Wished I could text her, but unfortunately her name is Helen Keller.
She can’t wash but she can feel my cash doe
I pay her a lot, bang her around the block
That pussy so rancid, but it’s okay cuz I’m high off of battery acid
No you can’t have her
She my bitch
She got that good stank tank
She treats me like a bank
Never offers to thank me
But it’s okay cuz I’ll just shank her later
(She won’t know who shanked her cuz eyes are tanked) see ya later alligator
Hellen Keller, you wouldn’t wanna smell her
That’s why I put her in a ice cellar
You best not tell her
She my bitch fool
She treats me like a tool
(Get it? Because she’s blind)
I’m her seeing her eye dog during the day
But at night my hotdog goes all the way
Her eyes so tanked, she thinks a toilet is a huge poop tank
Y’all so fake, you can’t like you wouldn’t eat her pussy while the smell so rank
I’ll take my words to the bank
Now my dick is tanked
(Shout out to the real ones though, my boys up in heaven, can’t wait to shoot up a 7 eleven)
Officers it wasn’t me, it was Hellen Keller
Hellen Keller better not get near no alligator, because she won’t see no one later
(Hellen Keller the baddest bitch alive, no not because of the stories, it’s because she was my personal sperm bank)