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cyanide and silicone – odyssey lyrics

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[verse 1: sideshow brian]
i guzzle the tall boy
making the b-tches be wanting my small boy
nothing at all boy
jump off the boat, i’m the head of the honcho
golf w-ng st-tched to the back of my poncho
these r-t-rds are just not from ‘lahoma
these ‘tards are just not from ‘lahoma
cause i’m from ‘lahoma, it says it on the back of my diploma
b-tch, smell my aroma and hit that sh-t
i take life by the b-lls, and then i just grab it
while you got your habits
i’m sitting inside and i’m f-cking and crafting
ran out of luck so i k!lled that rabbit
i don’t give a f-ck it’s in the trash you f-ggot
raise your hand if you like f-g bashing
f-ck this b-tch, now it’s off crash landing

[hook]
marijuana fields pot, growing blaring gil scott
heron while we pill pop, errand run and k!ll cops
b-tches know i feel not, for ’em, stop b-tching bruh
stare and get that grill knocked open

[verse 2]
one, two, three, four, how many b-tches knocking at my door?
five, six, maybe eight
that’s how many p-ssies that i’m banging per day
all i do is play so i’m better off dead
you can tell by the chiseled h-rns in my forehead
after a session of -n-l s-x my friend
we can have tea and crumpets till the f-cking world ends
word up, i got my chain all tucked
it’s ‘icp’ on the wall with guts
i take out my knife then i take out her life
that was me who shoved this c-ck deep in your nice wife
start a nuclear holocaust in the garage with all exhaust
watch all you suffer when i close the door and walk off
i’m a hard -ss with a f-cking soft c-ck
decide to change your mind staring in the nuzzle of this glock
b-tch -ss, put the spliff down, cough some
cough syrup, mixed with sherm in this read cup
chin up and get your lips cut, slim sl-ts
slim slits on the arms of these chapped c-nts

[bridge]
silicone in the ears of these b-tch hoes
you know you’re hard, when your raised in the thin cove
fist in a b-tch, yeah she fits like a thin glove
this ain’t torture, this is r-t-rd love, yelling

[hook]
marijuana fields pot, growing blaring gil scott
heron while we pill pop, errand run and k!ll cops
b-tches know i feel not, for ’em, stop b-tching bruh
stare and get that grill knocked open

[hook: sideshow brian, dale nasty]
marijuana fields pot, growing blaring gil scott
heron while we pill pop, errand run and k!ll cops
b-tches know i feel not, for ’em, stop b-tching bruh
stare and get that grill knocked open



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