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muller st. cyr - the sickest adolescent lyrics

[intro]:

check it
i spit rhymes hotter than the desert
the prince took his crown, i’m the sickest adolescent

[hook]:

i’m the, i’m the sickest adolescent
i’m the, i’m the, i’m the sickest adolescent
i’m the, i’m the, i’m the sickest adolescent
the prince took his crown, i’m the sickest adolescent (x2)

[verse 1]:

i step on beach with concrete cleets
crushing other brothers ’til they beneath the slumbers
i don’t sleep, split spleens for lunch meat
shadow backs with axes, leaves spinals to acids
i stretch leg, your death bed’s the mattress
get it how you act it, guns gon’ leave you blasted
englow like #@!%$?, i spit sh-t ’til you trucking
#@!%$? just warm like the m-ffins
y’all maggots keep strutting
when i get to busting, gripping, no cussing when i’m sticking on the smithing
leave your wig missing and your frame of mind tripping
from the tokes, that’s what i call a horoscope
or feel my horror notes, dead in prisons, division
fine by ourselves, well impositioned
oh, you could listen, really to the rest
as i stand with my hands up, knowing in my chest

[hook]

[verse 2]:

muller st. cyr is the name, get it clear
oppose me and get sugar shamed mosely
i flow seasons elevate #@!%$%? raw e’s
speak tongues with blessed verbs like four d
thou, should bow when you #@!$£? me
softly, i spill you just #?!£%? sleep
then i, wear fleeces that present i
can i live once #@!£&? my soul leaves
peasants discriminate fate of my essence
so i dismantle anyone that tests it
my flow wise like the young sosa
spit up some rhymes then i bake up the soda
no doubt, wallah, your game’s like #@!%$?
#@!%? when you #@!%? #@!%? soft like the #@!%?
beget me, i’m the steeds of a blessing
muller st. cyr has appeared for progression

[hook]

[verse 3]:

i’m eating mc’s like the chicken if you get it
thoughts be sporadic and my thoughts are #@!%?
mind state calisthenics, lines punching in my sleepless
slumbers, #@!%? and wine, you’ll never get it
imagine every figures getting twist by a spinner
thread verses with the verses like the b-tch who l!cked #@!%?
straight head, no written time, i’m exquisite
i tick by the #@!%? rock with limp bizkits
never jelly in the middle, nizzle when the gat fizzle
i burn bristles, break noses and p-ss issues
flowing like the ocean with the einstein potion
clever with the letters, martin luther with the focus
x with the flesh #@!%?, dressed to impressed
with the #@!%? to make your wife #@!%?
and if you ask me, i’m the best with the flow, yeah
16 n-gga, my mind ain’t going holy #@!%?

[hook](x2)

- muller st cyr lyrics

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