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clyde cyrus - coneheads freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: clyde cabbage]
same old shit, just a different day
after sex, on the floor is where your b-tches lay
i may even kick them out before they get to pay
flow colder than the place in which the piston’s play
me & chill got the same name, we family
i left the garbage right next to my sanity
the rhymes i’m writing, they’re so enlightening
you claim you packing thunder, you can call me the miami heat
hilluminati, b-tch. chilluminati, b-tch
pump shottie make ya motherfucking body twitch!
i’m moving at a fast pace, you can’t copy this
i’ll leave you cut like an emo with a sloppy wrist
niggas say i’m not lyrical, but they nowhere near me though
switch gears on that ‘cedes i’m sipping syrup and steering slow
high as fuck eating cereal, preferably them cheerios
and yeah your girl pretty, but she ain’t pretty as my mirror though

[verse 2: chilli hendrix]
dear lord, i wonder can you save me
kitchen cooking cookies but i ain’t your dang nay nay
enemies like mayday, when they cross my block its payday
try to block my c-ck, i break way, slap my wang across your fa-face
i don’t give no fucks chug yo b-tches b-tt for lunch
finna fill yo guts with blood , dip & hit them with the pump
where i’m from they got no love, when i spit, lit like a punk
addicted never get enough, i ditch a b-tch soon as she fuss
chill and clyde up in this b-tch, fresh out the water like a dish
i go hard like i got kids, the funny part is i’m a kid
jesus pieces from the jeweler, i push weight just like a scooter
move or i’ll put one right through ya, hit you with that super duper
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
i gets stupid with my swag an split them sexy mamas open
rip your spine right out yo throat and watch it float on down the ocean
purple god is what i’m smoking, leaning, hard cup got that potion
amazin’, so amazin’, we so amazin’
i blaze like an eighth a day, kid, this shit is crazy
my brain is forever painless, i stay faded
i copped a couple quads cause mom said “life is what you make it”

- clyde cyrus lyrics

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