chauncey666 - abortion! lyrics
cease the peace when c’s in question
squeeze the piece in each direction
leave a beat deceased in seconds
believe my speech is lethal weapon
f-ck police see lp for reference
afterbirth my favorite beverage
slice you wrist and squeeze a lemon
the way a legend speak will take you off yo feet so
pick a seat i got ed geins collection
blunts i need atleast eleven
get obscene when i heat the resin
breathe on c my noose will leave you breathless
c extreme take evil measures
got medieval torture methods
im your queen’s illegal fetish
beat my meat knee deep in feces
she get dp in my teepee
you get drawn on, b-tch graffiti
mister never sign a treaty
f-ck your white flag no survivors
sorry smokey i brought the fire
middle finger f-ck your eyelids
drive screwdrivers through your iris
since ya don’t f-ck with the vision
im the kage of this village
sirens blarrin in the distance
k!lled 8 men and left no witness
can’t escape the kiss of death
a villain writes with poison pens
got groupies sucking death no cigarette
im sippin rigjuice for my intellect
its f-ck a coast midwest the set
leave a trail of chalk line silhouettes
manifest some mal intent and
suffer sudden death with neptune
take a swim in them cement shoes
broken heart its just a flesh wound
i been sippin out a test tube
walk up in your parents crib like what the f-ck you cooking ma
my hand up in your cookie jar, her p-ssy look like wookie paw
shave it off then slay it raw b-tch i don’t play at all
a real rap deity you n-gg-s stuck with rookie marks
sever several spinal cords at my accord
my final form is something rivals striving for
i abhor the crime of lying that’s a lie my kind of sport
mayan ripping hymen when she climb aboard my giant sword
hit it with the force of a asteroid that k!lled the dinosaurs
now the wh-r- is crying “mylan my v-g-n- sore
and whyd you c-m inside me this is not what i had signed up for”
shut up b-tch theres the door
but if a baby stats growing just know get gonna get abortions
she be sucking on my foreskin in the porche while i be forkin down enormous portions
of forest please homie hold your horses im in orbit mind is horridly morbid
im getting high off agent orange i get endorphins when my knives explore your organs cops will never find the corpses i got more pot than a flourist
keep a bag like im a tourist got a tool like im a sword smith
step inside a morgue my sword get stiff no rigor mortis
you aspire for messiah but i am ya f-cking lordship
my bank account gone flourish but yours be looking malnourhsined
im piping down ya mother while ya b-tch -ss dad record it
im bringing the apocalypse don’t care about the hors-m-n
but this spic gotta dip like im getting f-cking deported
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