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kidd.cynical – 1000 birds freestyle lyrics

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[verse]
i’m about to spaz the h+ll out (spaz!)
i’m about to spaz the h+ll out
glocky in my bag, f+ck around air ’em out
with the nomadz, b+tch you know what we about
b+tch i’m really with it, if a n+gga talking sh+t
i’ll get the smith & and hit him, i’ll f+cking k!ll him and his gang
choker my neck, got a mace on my chain
f+ck your lil sister, she gave me the brain
glock 45 make him back back
man that lil n+gga federal
stay tryna snitch on his self on that snapchat
that’s facts
spin through his blocka that choppa go brat+tat+tat+tat
i’m a gnarly b+st+rd
i’m a party crasher
y’all are hardly rappers
drive my harley faster
i’m a gnarly b+st+rd
i’m a party crasher
y’all are hardly rappers
drive my harley faster
ugh
i’m f+cking your b+tch, dawg
give her d+ck raw when i’m p+ssed off
hit that stupid n+gga in his chin
he took liftoff
it ain’t sh+t to get you picked off
i don’t play no f+cking games, n+gga
i’m not jigsaw
bloodstains on my black jackеt
i like k!lling n+ggas, it’s a bad habit
i be with my slatt and we bе cash grabbing
she gon’ jump on that d+ck like a jackrabbit
it’s tragic
we caught him lacking, put holes in his cabbage
shoot his body, take a selfie with it, post with a caption
green in my pocket like i’m at the salad bar
i get that chopper to blow you like avatar
b+tch i’m a demon, i cam out of babylon
i hit it once and then bounce out
au revoir!
all of my homies they trap in the daytime
slide up on you with the glock, i don’t waste time
stack up the rackies, that sh+t about waist+high
i ran it up and now she wanna facetime
strap in my duffel
i bury bodies, they pass me a shovel
you are all bark and no bite lil n+gga
so you can go shut up and slap on a muzzle
you n+ggas cappin like captain k’nuckle
everybody hard till them hot things shoot you
he want smoke?
give him static like a sasuke jutsu
i was born in h+ll, you hear the devil in your headphones
wipe that n+gga block out, i turned it to a deadzone
bl!cky to his brain, he ain’t duck and now his head gone
me and shorty made a s+xtape like deftones
he want smoke what’s up?
n+ggas f+ck around get slumped
i got beaucoup bodies in the trunk
run up on me i might
n+ggas f+ck around get slumped
i might dump
i might dump
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