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sideshow the king - pure guava lyrics

[intro]
get up and k!ll! get up, get up and k!ll!
“okay”

[verse 1]
six six six, i gotta get a quick fix
my fangs are bl–dy from the neck of this little b-tch
i made her soul food, she f-cking fills me up
i picked her up inside my truck, and took her back and made her lunch
you silly w-ll–s, i’m sideshow brian with the heebie jeebies
herbivore, i got the herbs and other spices, chef galore
i’m a stolen valor, and a sailor, i just love the gore
i could give a f-ck less about a f-cking sk-nky wh0r-
i got some witnesses that say i do some f-cked up sh-t
but that was my intentions from the start
i sew up all the lips, i make them do the -ss to mouth
the human f-cking centipede
i feed ’em, and feed ’em, until they sh-t and make it others feed
i pot the plants, i make you, my little seed
a little black and white flower sprouting under oak trees

[verse 2]
the f-cking wackness
i’m sick as f-ck and attack this
watch me gut this little sl-t
and use her head as baseball practice
it’s a little dark, the white from c-m look like a winter solstice
i fill the bathtub up with water
and throw you in with a slitted wrist
i ej-cul-te a load into your eye and give you a final kiss
i’m a genie just let me see you precious wish list
i’ll be f-cking famous if i get another diss b-tch
once again, i play the minecraft
i don’t give a f-ck about a bath
the rubber ducky that i got in old kentucky
where i had got lucky with some sucky sucky
she f-cking suck me dry
and slid her t–th across my d-ck
and now i have a rash the size
of f-cking connecticut, but what’s my benefit
i’m officially the crustiest h-ll-fish with satan intentions

[verse 3]
so what’s the cost? i’m lost, i made my devil holocaust
i smoke like a rasta and i eat expensive pasta
it’s the b to the r to the i to the a-n
before you go out in public just wipe my c-m from off your chin
i run this f-cking train
so shut the f-ck up and just suck my d-ck
the misadventures of a little ‘tard inside a dish, it’s… (us)

[bridge]
(i just want to murder, murder, murder, murder you)
b-tch… suck… d-ck…
(i just want to murder, murder, murder, murder you)
b-tch… suck… d-ck…

you will not like me when i am angry, let the wind blow
you will not like me when i am angry, just let the wind blow

(i just want to murder, murder, murder, murder you)
b-tch… suck… d-ck… (aw, sh-t)
(i just want to murder, murder, murder, murder you)
b-tch… suck… d-ck…

my dreams got dimmer when i stopped smoking ivy leaves
my dreams got faded when i saw i made the honor team

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah…
there’s your f-cking anthem, b-tch…

- sideshow the king lyrics

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