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cyanide and silicone – casper lyrics

[intro]
hey, it’s me if you didn’t know
uh, i kind of uh…
i kind of blew up your oil rig..
nah, i’m just f-cking with you
you should come out, and stop being a b-tch
bye

[verse 1: sideshow the king]
who wants to be sideshow’s side hoe?
chilling at the grotto, never won the lotto
i done went from jim crow all the way to john doe
now they watch me tip toe all the way from glasgow
but where did go? and where is his flow?
one second he’s near, and i’m here and i’m there
and i’m up and i’m down
but i’m never around, and i’m not making sounds
i’m just constantly ducking these hunnies
while snorting dust bunnies
they claiming i’m funny, but
i won’t give you a ride? now why would that be?
and what is the reason ignoring for weeks
i’m snoring between sheets
not touring for weeks so that isn’t the case
i’ve gone ghost homie, blonde girls blow me
i’m buzzing like a bee with a silencer
i could not be any quieter
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
i’ve been ducking my phone, please do not disturb
’cause i’m on slick hick, smoking candle wicks
and i’m harry houdini’s last magic trick
one thick pr-ck with your b-tch on my broomstick
tough like a red brick, r-t-rded like a head kick
[hook]
please deny the fact that you f-cking know me
i’ve been dipping on my peers
swerving hoes just like a grand prix
from the inner most, scribbled on a post-it note
i’m going ghost homie, i’ve been going ghost homie

[interlude]
oxycontin, some lortabs
crush it up

[verse 2: bandit killa]
don’t call, don’t text, don’t f-ck with us
catch us sitting at the back of the bus
my flow is tight, my rhymes are right
can’t find us ’cause we’re catching flights
get it right, we’re the b-mp in the night
not socially intact, but we love to fight
b-tch i’m casper, not the fastest rapper
i’m a slacker, but not a f-dg- p-ck-r
i’ve been going ghost
the freak show host with the most
don’t mean to brag, but i like to boast
i stay low, coast to coast
i don’t listen to your music
i’d rather not be known as a f-ggot, hoe
cyanide and silicone here we go
have fun tryna catch us for a photo
you never know when we’ll pop on your scene
we’re staying ghost until we face the machine
fa-face the machine
you never know when we’ll face the machine
you never know when we’ll pop on your scene
we’re staying ghost until we face the machine
fa-face the machine, fa-face the machine

[hook]
please deny the fact that you f-cking know me
i’ve been dipping on my peers
swerving hoes just like a grand prix
from the inner most, scribbled on a post-it note
i’m going ghost homie, i’ve been going ghost homie

- cyanide and silicone lyrics

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