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brock scampton - brock scampton oddwin rap contest 2 lyrics

[verse 1: toro & bzargoodboy]
huh, f+ck h0m+phobes
hit him with this .45, he lost a chromosome
two d+cks on me like a dyk+ b+tch
put some green on his head, billie eilish (ayo, oddwin!)
huh, or even dennis rodman
gang something like the lakers, we gon’ pick and pop him
texas instrument, you gon’ have to pick a problem
this tec ain’t an instrument, but it can pick a problem
huh, f+ck ybn nahmir
(there’s no bar for this next part, that guy just f+cking sucks)
m+m+my b+tch play some wack sh+t, now i’m p+ssed off
i was ’bout to get some top, but now my d+ck soft
30 on him, he gon’ drop like he chris paul
asian plug got the crystals like he ben baller
chop’s out at the party, make him hit the quan
you only see racks from afar, you a peeping tom
b+tch, i f+ck with pe$o, so i told that ho to suck the tip
(why thе f+ck do y’all be rapping like some idiots?)
b+tch, i feel likе rexgawd how i’m staying stuck
clipper hit him too sharp, call my man tuck
worried ’bout another man b+tch, get your bands up
i just took another man b+tch, i’m that man, bruh
treat him like i’m piccolo, he better man up
shooter do that boy foul, f+ck an and one, b+tch
[verse 2: camogod & yayu]
p+p+pull on that n+gga, i got shots on me
red dead redemption, got revolvers, you got glocks on me
i feel like i’m toxic waste, boy, you can’t hold me
i just bought a hooker with no t++th, so she can’t blow me
huh, psych, the head too good
k+k+keep extendos by my p+n+s, i got two woods
if i ain’t finna scam on an oddwin beat, then who would?
me, and to be honest, b+tch, i’m too good
i+i+i hold me two 30s, i ain’t talking sixties, pouring 60s
pulling out the chrome, i got that adblock, b+tch, you got extensions
i might k!ll my opp’s pregnant girlfriend, doing life prevention
i told dj dax to leave the album, i don’t like descension
huh, psych, the album’s kinda neat
all your album’s lukewarm, so they ain’t kinda heat
made my b+tch leave my f+cking house, i’m tryna beat my meat
n+ggas out here biting, huh, they tryna be like me
n+n+no they ain’t, i’m capping, i’m not a big rapper
n+ggas turning chubbz while in the background, he a big capper
i be rapping on every beat, like it’s a big slapper
i be rough f+cking thick b+tches, i’m a pig slapper
i don’t want the p+ssy ‘less you sober when you say “yes”
s+s+she told me “fill it up, then eat it”, i said, “say less”
n+ggas thought that i was up in church the way i stay blessed
i tote a d+ck like my friend who’s having g+y s+x (wait, wait, wait)
[verse 3: yayu]
let me insist, that friend is not me, but
watch me pop a d and wet up his whole posse, like
tote something heavy, pants get saggy, but i got moxie
this hand down, my shooters up, and that krookodile by my piece, like
new glock a slow cooker, this crock cook rock, b
it’s not sweet, jafari let the bird talk, it’s god free, what?
hitmonchan up in my clip, i swing at mach speeds, then
arms up jumping, all my homies run like rocky, huh
he king hippo, this li’l mac gon’ hit him in his belly
get they ass by any means, we much like machiavelli
catch that fruit up in a jam, shake him down like jelly
get to eating out this whip, i feel like guy fieri
my b+tch know my fingers quick, you know it’s not a semi
too much gun talk, i love all those, but not like demi
man, what’s wrong with being confident, my pride is heavy
hold that ar kinda awkward, f+ck his side up, i ride up
push his waves back, we brought the tide up
that battery included, twist that metal like he wind up, like
where he wind up, we palmed his head like psyduck
this wand gon’ tap his head, do magic tricks, like, leave him mind f+cked, like
nowadays, my temper short like tony c+cks
that’s why i tote these glocks and rep my dawgs like tony fox
where i been, they might light up the force like obi wan
but now, i mix my popery of words that make me goated, dawg

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