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mizury mize - fukitol 1000mg lyrics

[verse 1: mizury mize]
now everybody pay attention and listen to the inner sinner paintin a k!ller picture for yall to vision
like im the demented bob ross not given a brush or a f-ck; breakin ya finger off and finger paintin wit it gettin vivid
doin something beautiful sendin my enemies to the funeral bein juvenile till the end of me and thats suitable
wit a suit in full and ima bit crucial; no ones a -sset fool k!ll yo b-tch -ss too like its a ritual
yo, i was like f-ck it all and uped the dosage to a 1000miligrams of that f-kitol
one in the cup wit another crushed up and rolled in a blunt wit another one under my tongue feelin that litte pill dissolve
little b-tches im gettin my fix on; ya im ready to get high as f-ck
a lot of people are equal and just label this murder evil but i call these daily events my adrenaline rush
especially if you gotta -ss whoppin coming son i’ll be mu’f-ckin daddy boy dont push me
i see revenge as the sweetest joy unless im enjoyin some p-ssy
and you p-ssies talkin about pistols and choppers just stop it; it wouldn’t fly wit me even if i pioleted the h-llicopta
im on fire seekin that vengenace on victims like the ghost rider catchin em all; catchin souls like its pokemon go “i caught cha!”
k!ll you during a quckie f-ckin ya sl-t gentley; pullin the trigger when i bust
ya gots kids? cool, ill watch cartoons wit em clownin around gettin sinister when i mask up
better back the f-ck up; shouldn’t come at people like you know em when you dont know em it all
motherf-ckers could be on that k!lling tip not given a sh-t on a double dose of that
f-kitol

[hook: cynical]
everyone be wonderin’ why i be on that dumb sh-t, i’m reckless, wreckin’ everythin’ and i’m findin’ it fun, b-tch, i pop another cap and run off in the night to run sh-t, i run this, cause ruckus, i’m socially a fungus
i pop another cap of f-kitol!
1000 milligrams, i pop it all!
then wash it down with lots of vodkahol!
i make this world my b-tch and f-ck her raw!

[verse 2: twisted insane]
i pull up with the pistol out the window
ain’t n0body in the planet know what they in fo’
only me all by myself and running with no pin fo’
blood i swear these choppers smokin’
everywhere’s a death show “eh hm”
twisted like a witch i got a potion for you b-tches, st-tches
and you can go and find the rest up in the ditches
and i don’t ever leave no kind of witness
so when they body watchin’
i suggest you get the f-ck up out of my business
black body bag on the scene ambulance they comin’
undress somebody dead for me
matter fact just keep it i get fed protein
in the morning i be on till i hit codeine
wouldn’t mind to hit ya b-tch
and put her hard then
she told me that she love it when i f-ck her like a yard sh-t
targets is what you get for being at my target
i had a lot to eat they better hurry up and start this
and you can find me in the darkness i’m heartless
busting a penny up and i be chillin’ on a mission
but i’m back up on a track and i’m always i’m my position
if sh-t is getting to hot then go on then get outta the kitchen
and now i know that my trigger finger itching
i’m putting a bullet pull it that be a true religion
hard to run away homie i’m the bell and hug your kid
and half of them bodies start disappearing like i’m a magician
now quit ya b-tchin’ and listen
i never really had a pot to p-ss
and i was sleeping at the park
waking up to dog sh-t and birds in my face had a place
kinda felling like i’m noah on the ark
so when you run into the face of a demon
you better turn around and be retreating
i be in your head never stop until the puddle full of red
is surrounding you and rounding you for treason

[verse 3: omega sin]
here, take a 1000 milligrams , prolly overdose like michael jackson on the deprovan
pull up in an armoured van coming with the cans with the blam thank you ma’am like i came here for the 100 bands
i don’t wanna k!ll em’ then get a way like the son of sam
hit em in the numbers like a p-ss from randall cunningham
i think i’d rather steal em with a grenade and a gun in hand
light your -ss up like dynamo did in running man
funny man , boon doc saint i’m a hunting man
push you to the wall cause you never gave my money back
kiss my br-ss b-lls cause swinging like a lumberjack
all you see is stars like the opening to thundercats
tell em’ that the ball ain’t here just a duffel bag
see a race to p-ss i bet it but this kid don’t want none of that swimming with the purchase of the purchase of a kilogram
a k!ller with a nurse with the ip for your vitamin
look a lot of grams
show ya how to hide a man
hit ya like a thousand year-days since you’ve been a psycho then mic at hand ain’t no telling when i strike again
b-lls to the pen spitting poison it’s like microcidal
wanna see me snap cause i don’t know how to act
put your body in the bag
can i get it kinda lacking about duty
and put ya b-tch at fate of laugh
but ya hanging on a hook in the back of my chev
when you open up your eyes
double trouble never sad f-ck with mizury mize’s
and you be laying on your back
when i shoot you through the eyes we decide to attack
but it counts as the bribe to get by with the pact
f-kitol k!ll the game here with twisted insane
we’ll put one in ya brain, if you don’t f-ck with the brain
i got the ring when i aim
better state your lane
plus state the cocaine when i’m bringing the pain

[bridge: cynical]
i think i took too much this time
pops so much f-kitol that i’ve probably lost my mind
n0body can tell what i’m gonna do when i cut open up over the well big line of that f-kitol
that f-kitol i’ll take it all (x2)

[hook: cynical]
everyone be wonderin’ why i be on that dumb sh-t
i’m reckless
wreckin’ everythin’ and i’m findin’ it fun, b-tch
i pop another cap and run off in the night to run sh-t
i run this
cause ruckus
i’m socially a fungus
i pop another cap of f-kitol!
1000 milligrams, i pop it all!
then wash it down with lots of vodkahol!
i make this world my b-tch and f-ck her raw!

- mizury mize lyrics

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