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critical mischief - wired lyrics

follow me i can open up the f-cking doors
they ain’t even locked
don’t show me sh-t that i already know

got the wrong tempo
i think i’m off the metronome
trying to start some beef
you act like i ain’t ever been at war
pack a fork what you laughing for
i ripped your rib cage out
i’m a mountain lion
you can play the lil old mouse
what’s that about
stab the forks in hide the corpses
pick my t–th with your bones then
remove all the blood and flesh
holy smoke who want smoke
you can call next yeah
this ain’t that he said she said
talking all that sh-t and you just might be dead
i’m everlasting everlasting i’m never crashing
they hide money in the mattress
i’ll take my bills to my grave and tell my little bro to cover the casket
the illest one that’s been born
hopping out that red storm
see the way i’m coughing up that blood
my lungs have been torn
tadpole with the sharks
i swam before i f-cking walked
you crawling with them little dogs
watch me tear your -ss apart
give your -ss a bone cuz that’s the sh-t you’re used to
watch me f-cking blow up
then i say i never knew you
i was joking i was joking
but you got upset boo hoo
if you ain’t catch that i was kidding
watch some f-cking blues clues
new b-tch and same mic
i turn the lights out
pull them panties to the right
and toss my pencil to the side now
that pen snapping
soul sn-tching
mid 80s crack sh-t
wire real tight like that spandex on a fat chick
hip hop really my b-tch
f-cking with a bad script
you think she’d throw me over
mischief where you been at
spinning in a cyclone
ain’t n0body ask that man
man how the f-ck would i know
always keep your guard
don’t ever let your sword slip up
keep that blade sharp
don’t ever let your throat get cut
yes i twist wires when you’re six feet deep
i dismiss your b-tch and
flip sides when i sleep
keep the tool inside the silk
in between the sheets
aim for your brows got you counting sheep
now ain’t that a b-tch
ain’t that a problem too
and you let your thoughts fade
that’s a loss for food
you look a little hungry
here’s some gum to chew
but i’m a starving motherf-cking wolf coming for you
so i’m coming for the neck
there ain’t sh-t to protect (f-ck)
call me galen way i’m peeling the flesh (d-mn)
call me student way i’m failing the test
little dirty mouth b-st-rd better hand me the crest
couple t–th crossed so i got them wired up
for a week felt like kanye when he had his wired shut
couple t–th crossed so i got them wired up
for a week felt like kanye when he had his wired shut
couple t–th crossed so i got them wired up
for a week felt like kanye when he had his wired shut
still speak with a lisp but i got the midas touch
when i’m done with your little b-tch
i’ll ask her if she’s had enough

- critical mischief lyrics

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