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crypt - skatman lyrics

[verse 1]
though it’s kinda crazy all the stuff that you could lose a homie over
i got friends that switchin’ up, so now their ways have come to light
i keep it movin’ like a motor when i get the coldest shoulders
’cause i just don’t give a f+ck like i’m a virgin to these guys
i’ll just fight, day and night, anytime you can get it
don’t you cross me like a flooded creek, i’ll leave you in the trenches
check my mentions, so much b+tchin’, not one name will step my way
they get in over their heads, and get cold feet when i make wavеs
i just wave at ’em, then spray at ‘еm
droppin’ bombs like my name’s adam, you can’t fathom
all the ways inside my [?], take aim at ’em
pop, pop, pop, then watch their brains spasm, then grave+nap ’em (that’s f+cked up)
i know, switchin’ it up, nintendo, potential higher than em on benzos
only movin’ up, crescendo, ten toes down, tryna get this cheese, pimento
finna blow like mentos in coke, send foes down quick with the fl!ck of the wrist, [?]
men don’t wanna battle me ’cause i’m raisin’ the bar, but they under that sh+t like limbo

[chorus 1]
window’s open, so jump right out
or get like mario, b+tch, pipe down
you duckin’ the heat, hvac, who’s p+ssy now?
i sent so many shots at the top of their cat bed
ba+da+da+da+da+da, sound like a motherf+ckin’ scatman

[verse 2]
step to me, and knuckle up, when you’re around, i know what’s up
’cause all i smell is p+ssy like i’m eatin’ out at [?]
doot+doot+doot these [?] punks, my fist flyin’, leave ’em slumped
call him jack and rose, because you know the man just coupled up
now it’s time to buckle up, i send you on the struggle bus
all these other rap dudes are vacuums, they f+ckin’ suck
best believe i’ll rough you up, when you see me, you’re shuttin’ up
’cause homie knows to run like your allergies are f+ckin’ up (achoo)
i’m only real, i’m not synthetic, all my fans, i know they get it
only fans you got is when you pay to watch b+tches give head
pathetic little p+ssy got his feelings hurt, now he’s upset
i bet he’s mad i passed his music down like it’s genetic
so many poles on me like i’m magnetic, guess it’s part of the aesthetic
homie’s album put me down to sleep, no anesthetic
you should know i’m not the one to mess with, only takes one shot to dead this
when i shoot, it be like [?], give you a first+round exit
[chorus 2]
i k!lled him once, but he came back, now that’s a sad fan
i guess it’s time to eat a ghost like i’m pac+man
i sent so many shots at the top of their cat bed
ba+da+da+da+da+da, sound like a motherf+ckin’ scatman

- crypt lyrics

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