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gryps, kkcefco - narcan lyrics

[intro; gryps]
aye, i hit+em+wit+a
i hit+em+wit+a
i hit+em+wit+a
uh, i hit+em+wit+a

[chorus: gryps]
b+tch, i’m a visual threat
not a hittable target
beam on crayola, i bet my missile a marksman
throw ’em in the tarpit if he narcin’
fenty f+ggot f+cker, better douse that b+tch with narcan
bayonet up at the f+cking banquet and it’s sharpened
send him up to angels ’till that motherf+cker harpin’
aye!
turn ’em vegetable, give him a brand new spot for parking
fishy b+tches always talking sh+t like they name darwin!
[verse 1: gryps]
gurren lagann, p+ssy boy gon’ log on but i’m online
b+tch, i’m f+cking mech+еd up & i’m methed up, feel like far cry
dеfinition of insanity, b+tch f+ck a plot line!
hoe, you dont make no sense, in the crows nest with a carbine
diamonds on keysis, jesus my pieces
turn you to a picture inside a locket
feel like zap brannigan
just tapped a b+tch that say “k!ll all men,” then i told her to get off it
possessing a mannequin
panic like anakin, k!lling you kids ’till you screaming stop it
telekinisis
f+ck yo ideas
grab you a fork and hide it in a socket

[chorus: gryps]
b+tch, i’m a visual threat
not a hittable target
beam on crayola, i bet my missile a marksman
throw ’em in the tarpit if he narcin’
fenty f+ggot f+cker, better douse that b+tch with narcan
bayonet up at the f+cking banquet and it’s sharpened
send him up to angels ’till that motherf+cker harpin’
aye!
turn ’em vegetable, give him a brand new spot for parking
fishy b+tches always talking sh+t like they name darwin!
[verse 2: kkcefco]
choppa bussin’ out the bra like they double+d’s, aye
zaza got me coughing like i’m sick, get to sneezin’
bad b+tches want this d+ck so get to pleasing
plug ring me up, so i say bring the p’s in
hoes in my dungeon, get thrown in the moat
mixed b+tch look like a root beer float
putting in work like a b+tch on a pole
shootin’ a movie with groupie like cole
ass inna circle, bring it around town
barnacle boy, my vv’s be drowning
gargling nut bubbles, she a cum fountain
f+, basic math, money easy countin’
if you wanna run sh+t, you can hit the f+ckin’ ground
her p+ssy like a swamp, b+tch i love the f+ckin’ sound, huh
pulling out dirty dookie by the f+ckin’ pound, b+tch
feeling like snoopy by the way i fly around, b+tch
diamonds they dirty, needa wash my wrist
sl+tties, they flirty, needa watch yo lisp
money come dirty
wanna stack up bricks?
hungry like kirby
wanna eat these clips?!

[outro: gryps]
b+tch, i’m a visual threat
not a hittable target
beam on crayola, i bet my missile a marksman
throw ’em in the tarpit if he narcin’
fenty f+ggot f+cker, better douse that b+tch with narcan
bayonet up at the f+cking banquet and it’s sharpened
send him up to angels ’till that motherf+cker harpin’
aye!
turn ’em vegetable, give him a brand new spot for parking
fishy b+tches always talking sh+t like they name darwin!

- gryps kkcefco lyrics

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