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chikkenhead - phantogamo lyrics lyrics

[hook]
i blow the feathers off that bird, he a chicken head
put too much bullets in his top piece, now he missing head
i ain’t crying bout that b+tch but d+mn i miss her head
you’ll beef about a b+tch, boy you a simple head
boy get yo money up, stop worrying ’bout a p+ssy, f+ck
boy you a p+ssy huh, i don’t worry ’bout a p+ssy nun’
i make that p+ssy run tryn’ empty out my whole d+mn gun
like it’s reproducing, b+tch my choppa need to bust
like he tryn’ catch a bus, that n+gga running like he gump
b+tch sit on my stump, my wood not passing to no bum
take a shot of rum, my activator like a b+tton
b+tch don’t push my b+ttons, try me lose a arm or sumn’
i ain’t worried but nun’, try me once believe ya done
never worry bout nun’, this cup gone work to make me numb
i’mma leave em’ nauseous, leaking more blood than a broken faucet
i got to stay cautious, n+ggas hating, all they doin is watching

[verse]

n+ggas hating, all they doing is watchin
ricocheting off of me, only positive
on my mind i’m destined for the bag
cash on my mind two+four+seven that sh+t got to give
renovating imma clean up the roaches
junky f+ck imma give him a dosage
choppa bullets hitting like they poisonous
drain his blood imma take off a whole limb
i chop the feathers off that bird, he get fye’d up
if he ain’t in the dirt i guarantee he need a surgeon
i lay him down where he’s lurking
catch a body, burn it, crucify him, imma curse him
my blade will write his name in cursive
send him to the furnace, he burn in an ever circle
lay him on a board and i ain’t saying that boy surfing
choppa spitting fire flames, dante’s inferno
[hook]

i blow the feathers off that bird, he a chicken head
put too much bullets in his top piece, now he missing head
i ain’t crying bout that b+tch but d+mn i miss her head
you’ll beef about a b+tch, boy you a simple head
boy get yo money up, stop worrying ’bout a p+ssy, f+ck
boy you a p+ssy huh, i don’t worry ’bout a p+ssy nun’
i make that p+ssy run tryn’ empty out my whole d+mn gun
like it’s reproducing, b+tch my choppa need to bust
like he tryn’ catch a bus, that n+gga running like he gump
b+tch sit on my stump, my wood not passing to no bum
take a shot of rum, my activator like a b+tton
b+tch don’t push my b+ttons, try me lose a arm or sumn’
i ain’t worried but nun’, try me once believe ya done
never worry bout nun’, this cup gone work to make me numb
i’mma leave em’ nauseous, leaking more blood than a broken faucet
i got to stay cautious, n+ggas hating, all they doing is watching

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