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b-cide - e.s.d. lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
they say b-cide musta’ gone soft, he fell off
how bout you cough, f-ck off, and leave my loft
so don’t fall that far from grace
when you land on your face you’ll see stars and crowbars
that was my mission the attack on mars
but n0body knows that, he ain’t that hard
it’s subliminal hits, like your girl suckin’ d-cks
and she did it on video and everybody wants in
yous a b-tch ho (b-tch ho), cuz you constantly in b-tch mode
i don’t even know why i’m talkin’ about your name for
to set an example, you f-ckin’ with a beast
and you throwin a tantrum to all of your tweeps
yous an internet gansta, national failure
you even call yourself to the news and the paper
how you gon wallow, ain’t acceptin’ my follow
in case that you missed it f-ck off mr. delgado

[hook]
eat sh-t, die! i don’t care what you f-ckers sayin’ about me it’s all lies
so don’t try why, cuz i got the status to be the baddest on the planet it’s all mine

[verse 2]
so did i lose it have i lost it on this verse
or do i gotta go into the gulf coast and help birds?
i seen em’ blow it they ain’t know what to do first
but now we gotta bring in the he-rs- for tony hayward
it’s a cl-ster f-ck gaga why you doin’ that?
sayin’ my name in a song and you ain’t even hit me back
i’d hit it from the back sh-t i’d hit it from the front
roberto tears it up and then she knows she’s gonna c-m
she better f-ckin’ run this the new millennium
people scared of y2k but 2012 is much more fun
and look at what i’ve done you can’t all control yourselves
looks like i gotta run, people screaming for my help
i thought i saw a nun but it was a priest instead
i c-ck the f-ckin’ gun put it to his petty head
you rape a blinded son tell me why you doin’ that
you better save your tongue for your maker when you dead

[hook]

[verse 3]
i was a basketcase before i said good riddance
but now i’m tryin’ to find billie joe somebody gimmie’ his digits
you ain’t in this, but i’m in this too
is it a nightmare or a dream i could get used to?
i don’t know what to do so i kept my cool
laced my shoes up and got out dude
this the new school (cool)
incase you didn’t know, i’m fl!ckin’ my bic and i’m lightin’ my bowl
i got that good weed let’s pack that sh-t up
i don’t need no speed, i’m feelin’ a blunt
we got up and rolled up got f-cked up (we f-cked up)
down in my stomach the munchies just popped up
sour cream and onion chips with some dip man
some beef jerky, peanut b-tter, hagen daz ice cream
we need water, lots of water, don’t forget the order
and funyuns man

[hook]

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