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gheto cookie - lsd (feat. sun drop) lyrics

[verse 1: orange juic3]
five finger death punch
burgers and fries
fits the disguise
orange drank tearin from da eyes
put it in a cup
bottoms up!
whole body erupts
volcano if you botha
bars hot as lava
heat stroke my spit touches the lips
two meaning sentence
you fillin gaps like the dentist
askin for repentence
lucie or yahwe to guide me to the entrance

[verse 2: pops]
eyes open for the blinded
look at the skies and see the darkness
cloudless cloudy days
making my brain hazy and dazy
confused as i drop the acid
pupils expand
and i see
aliens
troll faces
eyeb-lls
frying my brain cells
waiting for the end of an endless trip
takin a slow slip
from the water drip
moistens the lip
of a tripped out hippy b-tch

[sample: bill from banjo gyro]
welcome this is finger
our boss is a demon

[verse 3: kz $nipes]
ye talkin bout all the second cl-ss b-tches
take it back to the sh-tty second cl-ss pictures
a young kz before life got insane
before all the drugs were permeating my membrane!
i thought my life was f-cked up, before it got f-cked up
take it back again and tell myself “i got it f-cked up!”
f-ck a memory
nostalgia dead to me
and now you’re dead to me
you f-ckin b-tch!

[verse 4: the cube]
okay i’m nice
slice thrice on your windpipe
hit flies
sick guys spit spice
inside blind eyes
why cry when i can fly
flow fries dry ice
i spy sinai
im a spry guy trying not to die
bonnie and clyde hide when i arrive
cripes im a wise mind
tight with vaporize
we rise and grind
lice is your price
you got downsized
might fight mites
show my might
and my future sight
on site that’s right
psych!
you getting knifed tonight!

[sample: michael cera as evan from “superbad”]
i’m just sick of all the amateur stuff
y’know?
i mean, like, if i’m paying top dollar
i want a little production value
y’know like some
editing
transition
something
some music…

[beat switch]

[verse 5: vaporize]
gc, red dot aimed at your head
5 shots in the dark put your -ss to bed
made ya taste lead
now ya b-tch tasting head
5 o pulling up
now we outta luck
flip off of the light switch
make the quick ditch
silent sounds of deaths grips
pulls a n-gga into an abyss
speaks with soft lips
loud -ss clips
cracks the whip
hit a dramatic shift
adrenaline takes you a lift
bong rips sends you a drift
distorted worldviews
same d-mn report
n-gga face down
shot of a f-cking corpse
family crying
his life was on a good course
that sh-t don’t happen in this life
selling for the top buya
now put ya -ss in the cross fiya

[chorus: pops & sun drop]
oh sh-t!
comin on top
comin on top
comin on top
(x3)

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