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i-khan - off my rocker 3 lyrics

[verse 1]
i hang with the strange crowd, all i see is grey clouds
all i see is g-y clowns raping kids on play grounds
hopped the greyhound to a hecklers house
saw your b-tch’s p-ss, it looked like the predators mouth
it seems like every 90’s kid got ninety kids
now i’m left with a whiny b-tch and a tiny d-ck
i went to a wizards game with a chick in hand
and punched her in the face when they put us on kissing cam
went from sniffing pixie sticks to hittin’ trippy sticks
trippin all tipsy seeing six six sixtysix
i stab a loose b-tch in her uterus
then use her cl-t as a human tooth pick-i do this!
i’m stuck off somethin’ crucial, my rhymes are f-ckin’ brutal
sh-t i poured a cup of noodles on my cousins poodle
i don’t need approval quadruple the deal till’ my pupils are still
and i’m pukin mucus from usage of pills
every fat wagon b-tch i’m going smack at em’
“hey i like to smoke crack atoms and have back spasms”
i’m back at em’ still shaking as a sp-ce cadet
savin’ x for your sacred les i’ll never pay for s-x
if a b-tch don’t like me it’s cause i ain’t rape em’ yet
in an i-khan hoodie, sweats and my favorite checks
wait a sec this imbecile is delusional
singin’ a musical in his invisible cubicle
it’s irrefutable, khan is the remedy
i’m on fire like broncs in the 70’s
bombin’ the emb-ssy, palmin the hennessy
from dusk til dawn i’m gone, sp-wn to the tenth degree
thinking how my brain is shrinkin’ when the dank is stinkin’
walk around a f-ckin’ haunted house with the paintings blinkin’
i shelved anger in h-lls chamber, heavens lost
my second thoughts having second thoughts about my second thoughts
i was born in a lab, full of government staff with wires up my -ss
that showed me how to hover this craft
man these ant-thetic genetics got me headed to the medics
no tellin where his head is just a hair full of headaches
bet it’s bobby if ya ribs go missin’
i like to p-ss in the pool before the kids go swimmin’, just kiddin’
i’m tippin to the tool to the b-tch poll strippin’
posing pics with dead body parts of six old woman, listen
trick sucked my d-ck and she knocked off cam
tramp p-ssed cause’ we dipped when she got all rammed
talkin’ sh-t from ya lips like “you’re not raw man
i’ll put ya business in the street like a hotdog stand”
ugh, my d-ck drags every time a chick nags
i got a quick mag and a ak for that b-tch -ss
but if i don’t have zigzags and six bags
i’m bored like overweight kids at six flags…. f-gs

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