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camboi smif - the shroom ballad lyrics

part i: intro

uh yeah, yeah, yeah
you know who it is
you m-th-f-ckin’ little b-tches
it’s f-ckin’ camboi smif up in da booth
you m-th-f-ckin stupid -ssh0l-
m-th-f-ckin’ dipsh-t, p–p eatin’ m-th-f-cka
i’ll f-ckin’ slide a godd-mn switchblade knife
right in yo side and f-ckin’ watch you die, boy
okay, here we go, here we go, here we go
uh

aye
i think i’m gonna do
some shrooms today
lock myself in da booth
about a quarter to eight, straight
i got da psilocybin
in my right fist
my homeslice mike
said i should try this
i’m used to eatin ‘em
but i was readin’
online, dat i should be
heatin’ em up
steepin ‘em
and drinkin’ ‘em
yo, i’mma do me
and i’mma brew a tea
yeah, i’mma do me
and i’mma brew a tea
bring da pot to a boil
then i dump ’em in
see da water turn brown
like some f-ckin sh-t
steam seepin’
up into my nose, yo
no lie, i might already
be trippin, hoe
no placebo – yo, i’m
gettin’ visions of fistin’ hoes
oh sh-t, dat’s just dat standard
cambizzle mental flow
throw da tea in thermous’n
prepare for da countdown
known for about a year’n a half now
dat track 20 would be da shroom ballad
oh, the things i do to fake talent…
yo, now i gotta do my shout outs now

shouts out to goatslayer
shouts out hardbody
shouts out to giancarlo and the ac moore
shouts out to dj jg
dj demarco
shout out to dat video of johnny depp screaming at amber heard
real f-ckin’ loud, slamming cabinets and sh-t
h-ll yeah, dat f-ckin video is my d-mn spirit animal and sh-t
ya know, like i’m f-ckin’ proud of my man depp
for f-ckin’ showin’ dat b-tch who da f-ck is boss
up in dat crib, ya know what i’m sayin’
yo, aye, peace be with you johnny depp

part ii: sippin

i be, i be
sippin on dat tea
sip-sip-sippin
on dat tea
sip-sip-sippin
on dat godd-mn
m-th-f-ckin’ shroom tea
sip-sip-sippin
on dat tea
sip-sip-sippin
on dat tea
sip-sip-sippin
on dat shroom tea
i be sippin on dat tea
dat tea, dat tea
i be, i be, i be
sippin on dat shroom tea

i’m just doin’ me
n sippin’ on dat shroom tea
smashin’ fat b-tches in dey
-sses up in room three
deez tunes is movin’ me
n i’m lightin’ dat patchuli tree
burnin’ pages and engagin’
in dat cl-ssic cam-foolery
camboi smif is all about
f-ckin b-tches
camboi smif, ain’t about sh-t
but f-ckin b-tches
b-tt f-ckin b-tches
b-tt f-ckin b-tches
b-tt f-ckin b-tches
b-tt f-ckin b-tches
in dey b-tts, in dey b-tts
honestly, dis tea
ain’t strong enough for me
dis some p-ssy -ss
two-gram tea
i need dat four gram
das da tea of a g
and is definitely
da f-ckin’ tea for me

yo
dis da kinda tea dat
if it were a human bein, you would
throw da gat to – n be like
gimme yo d-mn shoes
i don’t care dat chu
just bought’em at da rack room
f-ck wit me, cousin, you gone
need to eat my -ss puke
gimme dem vans
gimme dem spearies
gimme dem sketchers
gimme dem etnies
let me tell you bout dis julie hoe
i knew her from da schooly-o
approve da way she move it, cuz
she got a big ol’ booty, yo
she groovin’ at da show
n she told me i was handsome
but all i heard was f-ck me in da
c-nt, i want your d-mn c-m
i was like d-mn, sl-t
let’s get-chu a shot
i bought her vodka on da rocks
n shot a fresh one in her locks
n then she turned to me in shock
n she told my -ss to stop, n
i was like, what is wrong b-tch?
you don’t like my c-ck
n she was like nah, cam
boi, i believe in god
i’m a good christian girl’n
i’m thirsty for dat god c-ck
i was like, ah, okay
i think get it now, you
a crazy -ss b-tch, i guess
dat i shall beith leaving now
so i grab my hat’n coat’n said
to have a lovely evening
she gave my -ss a hug
n just a kiss up on da cheek, sequentially

i need another tea
i need another tea
this tea ain’t strong enough for me
i need another cup of tea
i need another cup of tea
i need another cup of tea
i need another f-cking
cup of tea
f-ck with me

part iii: feelins

yo, i heard ya b-tch
you a squirter, sick
show me da p-ssy’n
i’mma murder it
cut it into thirds’n sh-t
you a perfect b-tch, ya
got perfect t-ts, n
a big ol’ b-tt, yeah
ya act like a sl-t
butcha ain’t a sl-t
ya lemme bust my nut
up in yo c-nt, yo c-nt, yo c-nt
yo c-nt, what
da f-ck is up?
oh yeah, das right
it’s my d-ck up in yo guts
whatcha gon’ do
when da c-m shoots up
into yo lungs, you
gone cough it up, or
i’mma knock you up
best get dat abortion, or
i’mma knock you out
sock ya mouth, and
clock ya jowl
h-ll nah, f-ck b-tch, we
can’t talk it out
but i’mma walk it out
at da d-mn clinic
no hope for da baby
cuz ya know i’m a cynic
get it to go
rollin out in da civic
fresh fetus on bread
commence da picnic
n das just my gimmick
fluck da critics
y’all don’t like my sh-t, you
can l!ck my pennis
l!ck it rhythmically
till it’s covered in lipstick
bend over, b-tch, n
i’mma give you da limp d-ck
rip dat sh-t out
and check da dipstick
j-sm filled lungs
fibrosis cystic
some’a y’all wiggas wanna
see me in prison
but i’m too d-mn sick, ya
gotta throw me in princeton

i’m the greatest f-ckin rapper that has ever lived
i have lived a thousand years, and i will live a thousand years again
two thousand years, b-tch
right on the nose, n
when i reach my goal
i’mma do dat quantum suicide
into dat next life
n i’mma do it while i stay fly
high-ih-ih-ih off dat psilocybin
what the h-ll are you doin?
what the h-ll do you want?
what the h-ll are you on?
who da h-ll, are you
on da phone with?
dat-dat-dat better not be
dat f-ckin’ britney b-tch
dat-dat-dat dirty -ss slit, is
gone getchu sick
get-get-get in dat kitchen
kid, n rinse dat d-ck
dat better be so d-mn clean
dat i could f-ckin’ french dat sh-t

just wait until you see
me once i get to spittin’
but first, i’mma need
to get back to sippin’
once i get to sippin’
i’mma get to trippin’
n once i get to trippin’
i’mma get to spittin’
no i can’t turn back nowwwwwwww
i think i’m feelin’ it nowwwww
thank i’m feelin’ dat shroom nowwwww
i am up in a shroom cloud
oh yeah bay bee
bay bee gurrrrl
i’m on dem f-ckin’ shrooms
n i’m trippin f-ckin b-lls
oh no, no, no
i’m losin’ my self
i can’t connect
with my consciousness
where da m-th-f-ck dat b-tch go?
where my consciousness?
where my ego?
where my inner self?
where da h-ll did he go?

i want dat five gram tea
dat six gram tea
dat quater ounce tea
dat half ounce tea
dat whole ounce tea
dat q-p tea
give me a hit of
d-m-t

part iv: trippin

ah f-ck
my f-ckin stomach is f-cked the h-ll up
-burp- ahhhhhhhhh
f-ck dem sh-ts is poisoness
gimme a tum, m-th-f-cka
i need some pepto bismal, got d-mn
shiiiiiit

gahhhhhd d-mn
who put da f-ckin’ d-mn
poison in my shrooms, man?
i thought i was gonna get away
with livin after this sh-t, but
deez boof walls is closin in, on me
so now i’m gone f-ckin die
f-ckin sh-t on a dyk-
i got two mics on me, syke
i got three mics on me, oh sh-t
four, five, six
i got six mics on me, b-tch
hurry up and suck my d-mn d-ck
so i can slip out dis whip’n
get back up in my crib
n when i enter the livin room
a d-mn lamp light flashes on
and my got d-mn daddy sittin in a red chair
with his legs crossed, like
son, what da f-ck have you done
yo new album’s is whack as f-ck
cgm is straight dog p-ss
we all miss dat white devil ish
plus, where da h-ll have you been?
it’s been over two years, and i been
sittin here, up all night, worried sick
whether or not my m-th-f-ckin seed
can still spit the ill sh-t
and i’m like sorry daddy
shut it, i don’t wanna hear it
now get back up in yo room n f-ckin
work up on dem lyrics
and i don’t wantchu comin out
till you got a fresh new album
n i’m just like yo
dis some f-kkin bull sh-t!
f-ck you, kid!
now go on, get!
but dad!
i worked so much f-ckin’ harder on dis sh-t
(than i worked on dat last sh-t)
i put my heart and soul up into this sh-t
i don’t give a pig’s d-ck about
ya heart and soul, ya h0m-
i want dat brand new bounce house
child’s play, gourmet
tinted window, gold plate
gucci mane, gold grill
gold fang, backwoods
riff raff bath rug
lil cookie crisp
asinine bullsh-t

sh-t, i don’t even know if i’m tryna be funny anymore
i don’t even know who da f-ck cambizzle is anymore
b-tch, i think i’m going insane
i think i’m going insane in my brain
b-tch i’m going insane
i am going insane in my d-mn brain

gotta run to da toilet
shove my f-ckin d-mn
hand down my throat
and try to throw up, but
even though i’m
squeezin my uvula
between my index
fanga’n my thumb
my dumb f-ckin gut
won’t up the chuck
roast i throwed in dat
crockpot about a hour ago
it’s not ready yet
i know
cuz i tested it
it was still cold
and it was red from
head to toe
i don’t know, what
the h-ll i was thinkin’
when i swallowed it whole
i a got a whole d-mn
insane asylum in my brain
i’m f-ckin crazy as the rain
up in a biblical hurricane
bein’ me is a real pain
up inside of my -n-l cave
i don’t care about ya new house
to me, it’s the same ol’ place
no, i won’t come over, i don’t
wanna meet ya granddaughter
she only two, n all she ever
do is dat goo goo ga ga

[baby talk / gibberish]

part v: ego vs (self) i

(d-mn f-ggot)
ayo, was happnin’?
(you a sad, little -ss)
(m-th-f-ckin’ f-ggot)
f-ck you in yo -ss, b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ rappin’
(butcha rhymes is wack’n)
(ya not black, ya lil b-tch)
(i’mma rip yo d-mn sh-t)
(off’a kick -ss torrents)
(put it on a thumb drive’n)
(den bussa nut on it)
(n after i’m done)
(i’mma c-m n f-ck ya grandmoms)
(have an infant child with her)
(get dat m-th-f-cka put down)
(wit my bare hands) d-mn
i didn’t know datchu meant bidniss
(yeah, i mean it big)
(you on top, of my sh-t list)
well, well, well
what do we have here?
(i am yo inna self)
(so come on over here)
(n give me a big kiss)
(ya lil f-ggot -ss b-tch)
(n if you try n resist, i’mma)
(hitchu wit da right fist)
(right in ya left brain, make)
(you deaf n say crazy)
(-ss sh-t, at ya gat dang)
(thanksgiving dinna table – b-tch)

i’mma k!ll my self
i’mma i’mma k!ll myself
i’mma k!ll my self
i’mma i’mma k!ll myself
(i’mma k!ll da ego)
(i’mma i’mma k!ll da ego)
(i’mma k!ll da ego)
(i’mma i’mma k!ll da ego)
i’mma k!ll my self
i’mma i’mma k!ll myself
(i’mma k!ll da ego)
(i’mma i’mma k!ll da ego)
i’mma k!ll my self, and
(i’mma i’mma k!ll da ego)

ayo, you a f-ckin’ p-ssy
i done seen it first hand
when you brought dat b-tch over
n you didn’t get no head
(oh, i beg)
(to diffa witchu, wigga)
(you da p-ssy b-tch who didn’t get dis)
(album out, last december)

part vi: the unified field

it’s the unified field, b-tch
pure consciousness
energy, bliss, creativity
dis dat david lynch sh-t
b-tch i’m on my grind
doin tm
all da got d-mn time
i’mma
transcend all night
while i
expand my mind
b-tch, i don’t play around
do it 20 minutes twice
right when i wake up
and again in the night, trick
don’t transcend me
i’m transcendental
gold toof in my p-ssy
das trans and dental, snitch
golf ball brain, small
consciousness havin, hoggin
up sp-ce in my fast lane, cr-p
stain, dummy
you’on even know me
cuz you won’t even focus
when i show ya scrawny -ss
a vid’a maharishi mahesh yogi

part vii: ego vs (self) ii

(m-th-f-cka, i’m back)
(it’s the m-th-f-ckin self)
(here to tell you bout da ego)
(n how it can go to h-ll)
(i don’t give d-mn)
(aboutcha scrawny lil booty, boy)
(i’d rather eat an almond joy)
(covered in manure)
(than be friends)
(with a lil punk b-tch)
(like camboi smif)
(n his dipsh-t clique)
(i don’t give an inch)
(of a sh-t, if ya live, through)
(dis, cuz you so in)
(sig-nif-i-can’t)
(wigga, we ain’t sh-t, but)
(centimeter chip, in dis)
(co-lect-ive u-na-versal)
(con-scious-ness)
(it’s obvious, i gotta)
(shoot ya in da temple, befo’)
(you f-ck dis earf up, da)
(-ssh0l- witcha principles)
(rap game ray dalio, i)
(doubtchu get to cali, hoe)
(but if so, you’ll prolly be)
(livin in the valley, yo)
(ain’t n0body wanna see a)
(f-ck boy dally, so)
(i’mma end yo sh-t, like)
(a soprano finale, bro)

f-ck yo t-ts, biiiiitch
i’m so sick’a dis shiiiiiit
you can suck my diiiiiick
till i spit my jiiiiizz
n hopefully you’ll choke
on it, die n fly away
as f-ggot -ss-stral
projection out in outer sp-ce
n you cross
paths with a black hole
or a supernova blows ya
back to ya last home
in another dimension
so i can f-ck b-tches, while
you suckin’ on chitlins’n i
keep spittin these writtens
wigga, we ain’t goin’ no
where witcha draggin me down
(wigga, you da one who weighs)
(almost two hunnit pounds) ah
dat ain’t dat bad (yeah)
(but it’s clinically fat)
(n it’s holdin’ us back)
(so you gotta get off ya -ss)
(n stop smokin’ da hash)
yeah, i’mma p-ss on dat
if ain’t gettin blazed
den da rhyme falls flat
(looks flat to me) cuz
i didn’t smoke no hasheesh
just’a qp’a shroom tea’n
a poof’a d-m-t

(here, have a lil l-s-d)
ooh, yes please
(one tab, two tab)
i’mma see ya next week
(three tab, foh tab)
oh, dis isn’t so bad
(fie tab, six tab) ayo
lemme get a big tab
(seven tab) i’m in heaven
wit my great grand dad
(eight tab) i’m in h-ll wit
my great great grand dad
(nine tab) wonderin’
why i haven’t died yet
(ten tab) i’m in limbo
givin a rim job
to sinbad

part viii: fractals

uh, yeah
i got fractals in my -ssh0l-
i got fractals in my -ssh0l-
i got fractals in my -ss, hoe
f-ckin’ fractals in my -ssh0l-
i got fractals in my -ss, hoe
i got fractals in my -ssh0l-
f-ckin’ fractals in my -ssh0l-

fractals in my -ssh0l-
basket ball shorts and a b-st-rds flow
got a salamander and a caterpillar and a sarsaparilla
and a s-ssy -ss gorilla
d-mn
why you actin so s-ssy dude
eatin’ all da cat food
little caterpillar with cowboy boots on
caterpillar in my bloodstream
caterpillar on my bones
all my d-mn bones just turned into caterpillars
helicopter landing pad
d-mn that’s rad
apple juice tattoo
nude in the booth
spittin lyrics from my d-ck’s tip
still just trying to pick up the pieces
tryna find my nieces
a little piece of cotton
a little piece of cotton
a rag with a dab
and an atlas
i’m playing cloud atlas on blu-ray on a ps1, son

i’m playing games
i’m playing crazy games
on a ps1
i’m playing games
playing atari games
on a ps1, son
i’m playing games
i’m playing dreamcast games
on a ps1, hun
i’m playing, uh
pc games
on a ps1

i’m playing xbox games on a playstation 3
you don’t know me
sippin on another tea
eatin’ shrooms on a pizza
wit da pepperoni
and banana peppers
and da pineapple
that’s the seventh d-mn gram man, d-mn
i’m real casual with the fashion in which
i hold a whole pterodactyl in my -ssh0l-
i got cactuses in my -sses lips
pr-ckin’ in my pink lips
sh-t
i’m still practicin’
all da crazy -ss games that i’m playin’
on a ps1
i got spyro
i got crash bash
i got crash bandicoot
i got winnie the pooh
i got goodnight moon
the emperor’s new groove
i got a bug juice
and a scooby doo bellywasher
f-ckin’ c-ck sucker
now i’m back to playin’ games
playin’ crazy games
on a ps1

playing games
playing crazy games
on a ps1, son
i’m playing games
playing gamecube games
on a ps1, hun
i’m playing games
i’m playing nintindo 64 games
on a ps1
i’m playing gamboy games
on a ps2
you
stupid little f-ckin’ b-tch
you forgot dat i got fractals in my -ssh0l-
fractals in my -ssh0l-
shovin’ fractals in my m-th-f-ckin -ssh0l-
all day

part ix: confidence

aw yeah, aw yeah
aw yeah, aw yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
it is camboi smif
on dem muh f-kkin
psilocybin shrooms
do it do it dude
do it do it dude
do it do it
do it duuuuude
spit da illest rhymes
you b-tches ever seent
i got fractals in my p–p
i got fractals in my pee
i got
sacred
geometry, all
up in me
i got da keys
to da unified string
i got pee pee poo poo poe
i got tee tee too too toe
i got me me moo moo moe
i got wee wee woo woo woe
i got fee fie foe fum
dummy dum dum
little c-nts, suckin on me
fo my c-mmy c-m c-m
i’m a one and done
f-ckin son of a gun
i will punch you in yo gut
n i won’t even run, hun
i just stare you in yo eye
while you sit n wonder why, i
didn’t punch you twice’n
i left yo -ss alive, my guy
one two
buckle my shoe
three foe
lock da f-ckin doe, cuz
five, six, my d-ck
is slidin’ right up in
seven, eight, inches
in-side of yo -n-l cave, b-tch
i’m da sickest piece of sh-t
dat successfully exists
i will make you eat my sh-t
n especially my p-ss
are you ready for my jizz
you stupid f-ckin b-tch, cuz
i’m about to spit a ton of it, in
side’a where yo thighs split, dyk- b-tch

atoms in my c-m
put deez atoms in yo c-nt
turn dat p-ssy to goal, jump
up n f-ckin slam dunk
in yo d-mn c-nt, viberate
yo f-ckin d-mn b-tt
make you have an -n-l -rg-sm
like da d-mn sl-t
datchu iz
you fascist b-tch
i don’t f-ck witchu
cuz you nasty pig
eat my -ss out
keep da cash
see da mag out
beat yo -ss
beat dat crack in half
eat a slab
gimme yo laughs
all i’m really after is yo
laughs, cash, and -ss

i want yo laughs, and yo cash
and yo -ssh0l-
gimme all dat sh-t, and
gimme dat sh-t fast, hoe
yo brain is made’a p–p
yo cerebellum is a soup
you agent cooper way befo’ you
came to wake’n flew da coop, ya gook
what da h-ll do you – thank
of my f-ckin -ssh0l-
you thank dat sh-t is fat, yo
you wanna take a grab, hoe
das da kinda task dat’ll
make you have a stabbed throat
das s-xual har-ssment
n i ain’t gonna have none
i’m a got d-mn god sent
i prosper in da mosh pit
you wish you was dat moss sh-t
on toppa daniel tosh d-ck
you ain’t even that
you won’t even make a splash
you got a flat d-ck, yo momma
throw yo artwork in da trash, pr-ck
got d-mn my brain is m-ssive
you nuthin but a f-ggot
in person i’m a rapper
but on paper i’m a rap-ist
i’ll make you a sad b-tch
fill yo past with bad sh-t
throw you on da mattress
and f-ck you in yo -ss lips
until i break yo back, b-tch
snapchat it to yo dad’s friends
put harry on da h-rn because
i have you wrapped in plastic

part x: the comedown

uh, yeah
yeah, you know who it is, b-tch
it’s f-ckin’ camboi smif, b-tch
uh, uh

ya know
life really isn’t what it used to be
it used to be about da friends
n when we hit da weed
but as of recently it seems
dis ain’t da sh-t for me
gotta get from out da grit
before it gets to me
dumb f-ckas
ax me why i spit da bigotry
but dey don’t get my humor
or my sense of imagery
socially, they havin’
trouble comin’ outta infancy
but when they get p-ssed
you know it gives me energy
it’s your own choice, if
ya take my sh-t offensively
i’m not here to be your
friend or your enemy
i’m sad as f-ck, but
i don’t need your sympathy
i need to solve mysteries
until it all makes sense to me

i’mma still do da raps cuz they funny
n i’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me
n if i don’t make you laugh, you a dummy
you know, you really don’t have to be a c-nt to me
i’mma still do da raps cuz they funny
n i’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me
n if i don’t make you laugh, you a dummy
you know, you really don’t have to be a c-nt to me
yeah, i’mma still do da raps cuz they funny
n i’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me
n if i don’t make you laugh, you a dummy
you know, you really don’t have to be a c-nt to me
yeah, i’mma still do da raps cuz they funny
n i’mma still make’em bad, cuz its fun for me
n if i don’t make you laugh, you a dummy
you know, you really don’t have to be a c-nt to me

sure, i’m a lonely guy, and
i know the reason why
and if the world f-cked me in
the -ss, i wouldn’t be surprised
i get some peace of mind
in all my independent free time
but being loved has
always been a dream of mine
maybe i just
don’t know how to
connect with another human
being, or to be a little more direct’n
let ‘em know i’m capable’a
love but i don’t show it well
that i’m bout more than s-x
and money and my own self
i want the best for everyone
in all this world’s parallels
but something keeps tellin’
me, dat maybe this is h-ll
n if it is, then maybe i’m the
devil, though i wear it well
i dwell on endin’ all the
senseless spinnin’ of this carousel
i been stuck on
since age sixteen, when
i started smokin’ weed
and i stopped being me
but maybe, at the time
i wasn’t into bein’ me
and now i’m twenty-three
livin’ young and wild and free

sh-t, the shrooms wore off

- camboi smif lyrics

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