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[verse 1: twigz aka p–py cl-t]

(p–py cl-t, comin’ in)

f-ckin’ on my cousin when i’m stepping in the building
sipping tylenol 3, but i still ain’t pill dealing
cold water filter make that codeine pure as sh-t
just got a nigerian b-tch, and i’m licking on her cl-t
she my queen
she my dream
she let me hit it with the team
she sucking on my d-ck
while i fill my lungs with nicotine, yuh
new choppa, new choppa
it came with the beam
dipping my blunts in promethazine
call me klebold ’cause i make ’em scream
run up on me and my blade will gleam

[verse 2: xaniel aka yung gucci fiend]

it’s 11:17, 4/20/1999
all the students packed at cafeteria columbine
flexing on ’em with the hermes belt
i ain’t lying hoe
i’m full of clout
just put that d-ck up in my mouth and it ain’t g-y ’cause it’s myself
g-g-g-gucci goggles on my f-cking face
hoe you ain’t got sh-t on your f-cking waist
you’re tryna hate on me
that’s a f-cking waste
hair up in a f-cking tie
got p–py cl-t up in my f-cking ride
crypt in the f-cking back with fifty nic sh-t
he kinda farted a lot and it really stinks

[interlude]

xaniel: dude crypt, what the f-ck? stop farting

twigz: it really stinks, man!

cryptxckey: dude i’m sorry it’s because i ate some of tadmor’s tacos

xaniel: god crypt, it really f-cking stinks in here, p-ss the phix

cryptxckey: (phix hit, cough, fart)

[verse 3: cryptxckey aka yung tom delonge]

i’ll run up on you with the f-cking stick
ride in the coupe, i can’t drive a stick
call me germ because i make ’em sick
don’t test me b-tch, imma hit a lick
i see all these f-ckers in pseudoflex
i ain’t gonna lie, i can’t sip the tech
pull out the stacks just to make ’em wet
hating on me ’cause i’m straight edge
it’s cryptxckey back on the beat and i got all these thotties just tryna get into me
don’t got my own flow?
f-cker take a seat
watch me blast you with the f-cking heat
call me a bluffer
b-tch i ain’t even lying
gotta end soon ’cause i’m bout out of time
just writing these bars just to p-ss the time
my dad called me, says my curfew’s nine

twigz: (laughter)



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