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juiceboxboys – cypher lyrics

[intro: incoppola]
yo, yo, yo juice box boys cypher
produced by dj als ice bucket challenge

[verse 1: lean pockits]
juice box boys, we’re in the house
other rappers suck like they have a d-ck in their mouths
spit fire, stand in front of me, third-degree burns
you come to my hood, you’ve made a wrong turn
tempe, don’t tempt me
we com from places you can’t see
juice box boys coming from the underground
b-tches everywhere like a fox and the hound
k!lling tracks cause i spit fire
like an uzi
asian stereotypes so you know i’ll be rolling sushi
hey, look, it’s joe
nah, man, it’s lean pockits
the kid with the rapid fire mouth, i’m out

[verse 2: og marko]
juice box boys, we put in work
juice box boys, put ’em in the dirt
shoot you in the pee-pee and you know you get hurt
it’s not toothpaste, i swear it’s jizz stains on my shirt
i got the chrome, put it to your dome
i got the burner, cl!ck-clack
knick-knack paddy whack, i give that b-tch my bone
i’m in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone
you know i got the burner
these b-tches want my wand just like i’m timmy turner
i’ll hit you with these bars just like it’s jiu jitsu
p-ss the mic to j-def, the cypher continues

[verse 3 (1/5): j-definition]
rapper/singer, bring the best of both
so blessed like we’re next to pope
frankly, imma keep this extra dope
…

[verse 3 (2/5): lean pockits]
yo, joe i’m back again
rap like i’m african, but with a lack of blacker skin
if rap was a sin, i’d be a sinner
the devil, i’m eating dinner
lean pockits, i steal the mic
j-def go take a hike
short kid but your d-ck’s still short
so, think you can rap? you’re a little dork
there’s something in your -ss, take out the cork

[verse 3 (3/5): j-definition]
back and forth like i’m across the border
lately, been actin foreign
never catch me acting for it
i’m on some bollywood flow…

[verse 3 (4/5): og marko]
yo, hold up, j-def, imma let you finish
but you know that fufu lame sh-t, i ain’t really with it
every time you rap all i hear is “blah, blah, blah”
every time i spit, spit fire, gratata

[verse 3 (5/5): j-definition]
16 with these 16’s ya’ll could say i do teen sh-t
i’m on kanye, i ain’t graduate, i been steady working on thesis
we could get a v6, but that’s before i hid the v4 up in the parking lot
b-ss bump in that back seat i get the right song so she don’t talk alot

[verse 4: pop a mari]
i’m the short kid but my d-ck’s getting shorter
f-ck your girl on the table, [?]
keeping all the b-tches, i’m a p-ssy h–rder
do your ch0r-s, f-ck you mom
shoot you with the llama, f-ck obama, we praise osama
mari in here, had to come with the feature
your mom sent me nudes
put chicken wings in her pizza
yin-yang, slap you with my dangalang
let’s run a train on a plane with a black guy from detroit named jermaine
left c-m stains in your brain

- juiceboxboys lyrics

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