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benny troung - burning bridges lyrics

[intro: sample]
it’s called project rebirth, mr. president. dr. vaselli, a scientist who escaped from italy, has perfected a process that can take a boy with birth defects and make him as fast and as strong as an athlete. we will have a regiment of these men, and we’ve found our first volunteer out in california

[hook: circ-mcision proposition]
benny’s lit and burning bridges, proposition optimistic
often drippin’, lava spittin’, got your b-tch inside our whip
now whip it good like devo does it, whip-it cans like steve-o’s huffin
even stevens’ evil cousin’s demons seem to piece the puzzle

[verse 1: circ-mcision proposition]
circ-mcision proposition on a track with benny troung
gonna finger-f-ck your cousin and we’ll t-tty-f-ck your mom
in a hummer eatin’ hummus off her t-tties and her b-tt
ho ho, roadblock, block starin’ through the window
windows fogged up, hotbox a pinto
bad b-tches get p-ssed around like a rental
blue dream blunts get p-ssed around to my kinfolk
kick it and rip it with the instrumental
cocaine, cocaine sniffle, your girl
blow game like a whistle, yabba dabba
doo, go to town on that -ss, girl, how you gonna
eat with your hand in my pants, i’mma need that
advance, all my hoes actin’ up, i ain’t got no more
friends, i’mma need more of that cause i got none of
this, i’mma need some more cash, i ain’t got none to
spend, rest in peace on that -ss, i just hit me some skins
offend me, i’m flippin’ your brim
tree and the troung is as tough as a gem
diamond ball arteries hard as it gets
your b-tch is jumpin’ in back of the jet
back of the jet, skeet down from her neck
three-sixty her breast then shifty the rest
please be our guest, and appease with the jest
to relieve all the stress, layin’ demons to rest

[hook]

[verse 2: benny troung]
take two caucasians, one african and an
asian, you have united nations
secret location, we in the bas-m-nt
inebriated, three in the a.m
role-play codename, secret agent
peeka-boo boo, run jeep to your lady
she want a baby, she think i’m swayze
thirty dance backspin, we in the eighties
my d-ck’s gorgeous, a horse’s with foreskin
when it’s frightened it looks like a tortoise
when it’s hard then it’s hard like my bars is
hard as hard target, steven seagal sh-t
break reinforced boards when we get bored
gamin’ these wh0r-s and we make em’ do p-rn
talkin’ bout, “benny troung, baby, i’m sore”
then get out the harness and lay on the floor
lord, i’m the rap game charlie bukowski
born alcoholic, impoverished, and rowdy
b-tches they still wanna offer me dowry
they see the kid they get wet like a nalgene
c.p. took your b-tch right in front of you
b.t. in your kitchen wearin’ underoos
coward, f-ck you, what the f-ck you think you gonna do?
heater touch you like the priest do in sunday school
p-ssy

[hook]

[outro: sample]
is there something i can do for you?
yes, as a matter of fact there is. there’s something i’d like you to get off your chest
oh!

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