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king gordy - tyler durden lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, yo, i’m a f+ckin’ savage animal
you’re gonna absolutely have to shoot me
cut off your b+tch booty, she just blew off half her coochie
i’m that man in that movie that’s blasting cannons and uzis
you’re panicking, [?] they catch him, you’ll see
they go hapless to do me, but f+ck that, i’m packin’ a toolie
i’d have had your ass in a casket that’s cruising
down to your grave site, your mom just acting a fool
she’s losing it, boo+hoo+ing and sh+t, she actually moved me
thought she loved you
but on the back of your tomb, wrote “f+ck you”
she assumed you battling me you had to be doomed
see your family boos, we madder to do
’cause we shot up the funeral car that your family usually in
we’ll pick ’em off, yeah, then we’ll rip ’em off
we took some bags and some jewelry and [?]
right off of his dead face, sn+tching his two t++th
they were gold, they were sold, had cash for two weeks
psyche, spent it in one night on hash and two freaks
your mama and baby mama was [?] to do me
off [?] loose leaves, some gnac and blue weed
[?] for rapping i’m too sweet
i’m badder, i’m [?] staggering [?]
balancing soon, he’ll see the canvas [?]
i’m the baddest thing what happens when assassins are moody
they cause havoc with actions of cruelty
i’m tyler durden
[chorus]
i heard you wanna get off a little frustration
well there’s a fight club going down in my bas+m+nt
let it go, let it go, go
let it go, let it go, go
rule number one, don’t talk about the club
and rule number two, go smack someone
let’s go, let’s go, go
let’s go, let’s go

[verse 2]
in my dream i was a cincinnati [?]
died, went to heaven, k!lled sixty [?]
b+tch, [?] hates you
no it has nothing to do with nothing
but i thought it was something
just small talkin’ while i give your granny facial
[?] spank you, is that all you need?
i shall proceed, but first, please give your daddy f+ll+tio
now i’m runnin’ through tunnels, drinkin’ blood from a funnel
i’m huntin’ you ’til he stumbles and punchin’ him ’til he buckles
now what the f+ck is a scuffle when you gut him with shovels
and this motherf+cker looks up to you like you were a couple
like he wanna tell you he loves you, oh f+ck that, that’s it
this n+gga’s a f+g, someone pass me the hatchet
i don’t think i can hack it, i’ll die today
i’m ’bout to go psychopathic like violent j
a f+ckin’ weed fanatic that needs to have it
i’ll weave through traffic, i’m high as planes
have you feelin’ the pain like [?]
i’m not the guy, i’ll have your body bleedin’ rock & rye
for you fiends, i’m a bag of dope
for your disease, i’m the antidote
my d+ck is the size of a banana boat
my b+lls the size of a cantaloupe
ask your girl if she wants a fruit
to go with her sandwich and can of coke
king gordy, your kid sister’s older boyfriend
and when he f+cks her, he usually let his boys in
b+tch, i’m tyler durden
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