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cyanide and silicone - dead animal flow (remix) lyrics

[intro]
f-ck you all, this is the last song of the evening…

bandit k!lla: yeah, that’s f-ckin’ dead animal bruh

[verse 1: sideshow the king]
everybody hating cause my money wallet fat
and if i holler at your sister tell that b-tch to holler back
i’m an aristocrat, an artist formerly dubbed as a democrat
they got my sh-t mistaken cuz i cook all the gristle and the fat
drop the mic like my b-lls at twelve
ocean man like i was raised by whales
i’m a r-t-rd and my life is a fail
on a daily basis i chew down my nails
ulcer in my stomach grows up like life
life doesn’t slow down, that’s god d-mn right
i got beat up by a short haired dyk-
i’m poison oak, i float around in the night, uh
i can do anything that i want
i like the sound of a b-tch when she hums
i forgot about my mental state but don’t worry, i’m delicate
careful, spit out your gum, your serious and we do this for fun
back the f-ck up, don’t touch dale’s shunt
won’t stop now till my wrists in the cuffs
heart racing, palpitations, dale and i are ruling this nation
panic attacks, thanks obama
all i f-cking need is no money and more drama
i’m the slime that grows in the tank
i don’t hate it taking daily trips to the bank
and how many foreign b-tches want to get spanked
by that loony motherf-cker that escaped from shawshank
eat the cake b-tch, eat the d-mn cake
i’m the best, i’m the one that is great
aside from the fact that i’m mental
you got to read between the lines with a paper and pencil
jinkies, i lost my gl-sses
i scramble around, my mind slow as mol-sses
who gives a f-ck whose truck is the fastest
fire as f-ck, b-tches know i’m the wackness

[bridge: sideshow the king]
dale’s wheelchair needs a scrub
a bubble bath with extra love
no joke, this sh-t straight for the tard-core
i’m a virus, call me herpe the love sore

[verse 2: sideshow the king]
my b-lls are fairly large
left a little bigger so you know he’s in charge
b-tches suck and suck until we f-ck and f-ck
and if it costs a buck, well then i guess it’s good luck
toss a dime in the wishing well
and if you ever give up i hope it gives you h-ll
flow better in my matchbox sk!lls
i can’t like the fuse if the tip is stale
i’ve seen my fair share of days
where everything that happens is never okay
my feelings are where you threw shade
but love exists only in horseshoes and hand grenades
never mind f-ggot
you know they said if you want it then you gotta go grab it
trix are for kids you silly rabbit
i’m ’97 leo, my t-tanic is crashing
cash fast cause i k!ll f-gs, what?
hunch back like a nomad, bruh
stop thinking that the sins are a shame
cause i f-ck in a church like every single wednesday
when i see dead casualties, what?
i know god isn’t mad at me, bruh
day break when the leg break, bruh
more waves than a great lake, huh?
pour me a sweet shot of the jack
f-cked up world like cat in the hat
crunching open fireworks, oops my bad
i just lit one off, don’t call me a slag
call me a sleaze cause i do what i please
scr-t- itching like i got a disease
i try to louse it off but i’m covered in fleas
i’m fly to these honeys, and honey’s made from bees
drop her panties like she’s giving me a tease
she’s rocking my boat like i’m shipped out to sea
can tell she’s a sl-t from her worn out knees
i’m driving drunk, you should’ve hid my keys
hold up, no peace complaint cease
i make all the pizza with dough, no cheese
no late fees b-tch, i’m back like my style needs vitamin c

[verse 3: bandit k!lla]
cyanide and silicone, rolling up on dirty hoes
shout out to all thirty bros, and all the dirty joes
sideshow’s d-ck jones, he got d-ck jokes
k!ll a mother f-cker if they don’t even get those
never see me at a f-g show, bro we got mad hoes
chilling like your riding up and down them gold poles
triple six k!lling it, we do it for the thrill of it
grew up not like you still sucking on your mommas t-t
never in the it crowd, we scream our name so loud
we’ll never be slowed down, we got some fans they so down
sh-ts whack, we fight back, what?
put f-gs in the body bags, bruh
never cared for a b-tch hoe
now she’s showing up at our local big shows
fame is the name of our big game, what?
too fast to outlast, bruh
cause you don’t want to start with us
play p-ssy and you get f-cked
with a bang bang trying to make it in our big game
so go and cop our sh-t and help us bring the f-cking flames
hold the wheel if you can f-cking steer it
drop motherf-ckers with these dope -ss lyrics
it’s an end for you i can feel we’re near it
watch for dead rappers on the scene till we clear it

[hidden outtakes]
-yo, i’m bagging. dirty diapers in the back, f-cking rash. that’s what’s on my -ss. it itches like crazy

-your mom was wrong for raising a bunch of f-ck boys, kick their f-cking t–th in cause obviously she raised sh-t. take.. aw dude, i’m rapping as brian

-i’m the king of the west call me wyatt earp. i’m that slim motherf-cker with a diet slurp. you got me wrapped in these laces untie it sir, cause i’m ducking my phone, please do not disturb

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