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invicti - tim lyrics

yeah
bring me back to the days
when i would wake up not knowing my own name
slim shady
invicti

as i look down upon this earth
i feel eliminated
angry at those who came up first
like the western three
and the gold espys
and the f-cking motherf-cker that came up with me (hey)
dr. kevorkian could you help
cause i got three wh-r-s in stupors
let’s check on yelp
i can’t find the lock to rip off these belts
the b-tch is looking thick eh
i’d eat off them welts (woah)
beyond help everything is pain
victi’ what’s the hole on the side of your brain
i’m slightly beyond insane
like tim allen’s catchphrase
not euhph but but from a my youth when he would say
to infinity and beyond
now a good day is sleeping with a soccer mom (go timmy)
in the back of the minivan
coming quick before them sh-ts get back from practice i can’t hit
quick sip from the red bull smash
locking eyes back with the dirty letterman mags
i’m jacking em’ off
cutting out pictures of models
hey dad
i’m you camping out in the bottle
let me buy a halfrack of ribs
i’m out here googling fetishes so i can know what my name is
victi b-tch check the flyer (f-ck it)
acting like he ain’t brainless
ya mom’s a liar (oh)
oh whoopsie a xanax lookie
pop her down the hatch
she cabbage patch cookie
play a little hoops oops scooped up coochie
grab her by the p-ssy yeah i’m trumped up and spooky
walked into the room with the jason mask on
acting with the walk talking like i’m off a potion (sup b-tch)
no victi’ you can’t be out there saying that
i’m attacking hearts like i’m cocaine in the trap
smoking rap like it’s edible p-n-ses

invicti wrapping crack like the seams of the jeans she in
jeez lynne you looking real thin
how bout we mix some pepper spray up with the insulin
we boozin’ ready spray the makeup on
i’m just tryna my muhf-ckin’ cake up dawg
ain’t talking vain oh naw
severed my brains off
hit the b-tch with the broken teacup she bought
i swear to god i’m off on
b-tch i’m a light switch
activated by illegal substances that itch
oh you get now invicti a garbage
now get the ar’s in
i’m out of my yardage
no playa not with the scopes
i want me a lil rich man ride on my spokes
dusting off my coattails bust me out of holding cells
mitochondria the powerhouse of the wholesale
oh h-ll my dna leaking (whoops)
i’m looking at this b-tch her face contorted and freaking
the deep end
yo this b-tch jumping
i guess it’s all led to this
f-ck all that fronting
invicti start hunting i think i smell blood (blood)
look b-tch i’m a predator covered in mud
got some ammo for my guns
b-tch i been growing spuds
aim the cannon up now let that b-tch get hit good (pow pow)
oh wow invicti you saved me
but you still ain’t told the truth about brenda’s baby
i’m bout conversating
you still wanna date me
you want to spend happy ever after in pain please

i beg of you not here to say sorry
i bought a second whip just to call you ferrari
i’m out here like dahli
digging like farmers
look at me wrong you dahlia i promise
i’m all bout them dollars
nostalgia i’m smoking
hit the medical on yo b-tch i be poking
the fire is stokin’ i mow my own lawn
elizabeth short be the realest black swan
need the p-ssy to cope’ got the guts in scope
bout to swim up in the water and i don’t need a boat
stole back all my trophies sell dope to the dope fiends
holding back the hope that i cope with my od’s (man just stop)
hoe please get the f-ck off me
packing up the smokes then i toke the whole lobby
quick pause for a coffee now back to the k!lling
the m-ssacre has started now we burn the whole village (burn b-tch

victi’
bye bye
b-tch

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