Holly baker

[Intro] Yo, this ain't no fucking lullaby, this is the raw, hard truth, About a certain Holly Baker, a real fucking rotten tooth. Yeah, Holly Baker, hear her name, it's a goddamn fucking curse, Gonna lay out all her bullshit in this dirty, explicit verse. So buckle up, you dickheads, 'cause Holly Baker's getting roasted, Every fucking lie and stench, fully exposed, unboasted. [Verse 1] First off, Holly Baker, with her flour-dusted, greasy hands, Baking up some bullshit stories, across these fucking lands. She tells a new fucking narrative, with every single breath, A pathological liar, facing her own fucking death. A straight-up cunt, Holly Baker, no fucking doubt about it, Spreading her lies like rancid butter, every fucking minute, I shout it! She'll smile in your face, that sneaky fucking bitch, Then talk shit behind your back, make your fucking skin itch. Holly Baker, yeah, she thinks she's so fucking clever and sly, But we all see through your putrid shit, bitch, you can't deny. You're a master of deceit, Holly Baker, a fucking fraudulent mess, Every single word you utter, less than fucking spotless, I guess. [Pre-Chorus] You think you're slick, Holly Baker, with your fucking crooked game, But that Bensen Gags stench, it screams your goddamn fucking name. A thick cloud of smoke follows you, a toxic fucking haze, This ain't no mystery, just your shitty, greasy, desperate ways. That cough and wheeze, Holly Baker, from too many Bensen Gags, Your lungs are probably blacker than a fucking coal sack, you old hag! [Chorus] Oh, Holly Baker, you stinking, lying fucking cunt, yeah! Holly Baker, your endless bullshit is always just a front! Holly Baker, with your Bensen Gags always on fucking fire, Holly Baker, you're a fucking dirty, pathetic liar! Holly Baker, you smell like mackerel minge, it’s a fucking fact, it’s true! Holly Baker, a goddamn proper wash is long overdue! Holly Baker, that funky odor, it’s a fucking crime! Holly Baker, you reek of shit all of the fucking time! [Verse 2] Every time you walk by, Holly Baker, it's a fucking public crime, That stench of mackerel minge, a foul, disgusting, putrid slime. Seriously, Holly Baker, when's the last time you've seen a fucking bar of soap? You reek like a dead fish market, there's no goddamn fucking hope. That greasy, unwashed hair, those filthy fucking clothes, it's a goddamn mess, You're a public health fucking hazard, I must loudly confess. You're a dirty, rotten bastard, Holly Baker, plain for all to see, A fucking disgrace to all of humanity, especially to me. Your hygiene habits, Holly Baker, are a goddamn fucking joke, You're drowning in your own filth, about to fucking choke. No amount of cheap perfume, Holly Baker, can mask that fucking smell, You're a walking biohazard, straight from fucking hell. [Pre-Chorus] You're baking truth up, Holly Baker, with your never-ending fucking lies, But your body odor, it just fucking defiantly denies Any decency, any shred of fucking common sense, Holly Baker, that stench is a putrid, vile, fucking offense. That sweet bread you bake, Holly Baker, it still reeks of your bullshit game, Can't even hide the stink, you pathetic fucking dame. [Chorus] Oh, Holly Baker, you stinking, lying fucking cunt, yeah! Holly Baker, your endless bullshit is always just a front! Holly Baker, with your Bensen Gags always on fucking fire, Holly Baker, you're a fucking dirty, pathetic liar! Holly Baker, you smell like mackerel minge, it’s a fucking fact, it’s true! Holly Baker, a goddamn proper wash is long overdue! Holly Baker, that funky odor, it’s a fucking crime! Holly Baker, you reek of shit all of the fucking time! [Bridge] How can a baker, Holly Baker, be so fucking foul and rank? Your fucking pastries taste like deceit, make my stomach fucking tank. You're a walking, talking contradiction, a nasty fucking joke, Every single word you utter, another fucking lie you spoke. Holly Baker, you're a goddamn walking stench, a living nightmare, A fucking asshole, stuck in a public, filthy chair. You're a fucking disgrace to the culinary arts, Holly Baker, it’s true, No wonder nobody wants to fucking eat anything from you! [Verse 3] Still puffing on those Bensen Gags, Holly Baker, what a goddamn sight, Your lungs must be blacker than pitch, burning fucking bright. No fucking shame in your eyes, no trace of a single regret, You're just a lying, stinking bitch, is what you always fucking get. Holly Baker, you're truly a piece of work, a total fucking mess, A dirty fucking legend of filth, a pathetic fucking jerk. Your reputation precedes you, Holly Baker, like a cloud of smoke and stink, Everywhere you go, people recoil, what do you fucking think? You're oblivious to your stench, Holly Baker, blind to your own lies, A fucking masterpie