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cyanide and silicone - can't stop lyrics

[intro]
-37
-i’m 37!?
-i’m going to cl-ss
-oh my god… 37! my girlfriend sucked 37 d-cks!
-in a row?

[verse 1]
trunk full of spooks and i’m hunting with a noose
and i’m pulling out these razors, making b-tches orange juice
sitting, eating breakfast, playing some minecraft
then out from the back, i see b-tches getting cat scratched
off to cl-ss where i bust the fat -sses
and i’m busting nuts up in b-tches backpacks
a few heads in my black duffel bag
sit back, and relax, and i listen to dale laugh (what)
i ain’t racist, but i’m baked as h-ll
just got off of 4th street at that scout baking sale
fell to the ground and i rattled my brain
and then i looked up at the school thinking ‘life is so plain’

[bridge]
you got that wet pack, b-tch come and give me that
girl i only want to know, where them t-tties at
i got ’em g-ssed, they be asking what i’m cooking with
have your little brother ask your mom where the p-ssy is?

[hook] x2
no dyk- b-tches messing with me
i got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
it’s gonna take an army to make me stop

[verse 2]
i used to give a f-ck about success
now i just want to see mila kunis undress
i used to wear sketchers with no one to impress
the best, yes, you know i had to confess
had a crush in the distance, in the relay
f-ggots in the halls want a mother f-cking foot race
i can beat dale when it comes to f-cking leg day
sweeping the floors, it’s my job i think i’m okay
illuminati got my mind f-cked up
if i rap about blunts will they fire right up?
cause this sh-t is fire, you’ll have to admit it
visit you at the psych ward you’re committed
your hoe’s a mother f-cking ball juggler
she juggles more b-lls than your grandma does bruh!
sitting on the bus, and b-tch you know it’s short
twisting up brains, it’s my new favorite sport

[hook] x2
no dyk- b-tches messing with me
i got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
it’s gonna take an army to make me stop

- cyanide and silicone lyrics

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