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curly fry: the kamikaze kid - meat cleaver lyrics

la la la la meat cleaver la la la la beat eater
la la la la meat cleaver la la la la street creature
la la la la meat cleaver la la la la beat eater
la la la la meat cleaver la la la la street creature

i’m one of those nose in book nerds
a pro in crook works not slow to put words
in body bags more offensive than n+z+ flags
don’t be talking bad about these rough and sloppy tracks

i’m k!lling instrumentals, got blood up in the rental car
lost my deposit my wallet can’t take more, mental scar
inducing music used to bruice all dudes who listen to it
i got the iq of all three stooges i’m clueless that i’m a nuisance
i’m crazy in head
i use my charm and threats to get ladies into bed
mabey i am dead, a zombie with rabies to spread
me fall off? impossible like making babies when your lez

pay me in respect, tip your hat when you walk by
or i’ll pistol whip your jaw til it’s c+ck eyed
i’ll spit in your pot pie i just don’t care enough
this album merits love theirs no topic that i’m scared to touch

this that b+tch brat curly fry’s sick raps
twenty six tracks all mitch matched, a pig patch
a big gap in sk!ll a little bit trash, a weird batch
a d+ck slap in ears cl!ck clack you hear that?

i’m like a locomotive with loco motives
and flows so cold there alomost frozen
holden his scr+t+m making vugur motions
exuse me, where’s your tissues and lotion?
snort a line of coke and run into the church and choke a nun
nah i’m just jk, joking some not serious i’m just poking fun
used to say “f+ck the world” a ton but we’ve broken up
now i’m as pure as that preist that just groped your son

sorry didn’t mean to open up a can of worms
but that’s just how the candle burns
how was i suposed to know you can’t handle words
i am a walking scandle pure evil a vandle t+rd

i’m already half+way done, with the next album
called halfway home my mouth has foam
i can’t stop writeing lines and lighting fires to silence yelp feinds
music for fighting, inciteing violence help me!

i broke out of the psych ward
just to choke out your ears with the mic cord
i robbed a jedi of his light sword
i am a warrior with nothing left to fight for

i love hittin kittens and diggin’ graves and sayin’ writtens that get your head spinnin
i’m sh+t at spittin’ admitted but what should i do instead of winnin’, winston?
i’ll end up dead or missing before i exist in bliss and riches made off my wicked mixes
nah i’ll be caught read handed and sent back to prison
before i bed women or get with em because they did listen
i’m about to pistol whip a simpleton
make him scream like he got syphalis on his little d+ck

- curly fry the kamikaze kid lyrics

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