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silly little guys - dead lyrics

[intro: teo]
no! he’s dead!
mantas is dead guys!
mantas is dead!

[verse 1: teo]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yeah
i got pat on this track
ready to f+ck on this mat (what?)
grab his d+ck and twist it
make him nut call me twisted
this is silly y’all
imma f+ck your b+tch dawg (wow)
i’m no coward
i’m your walter white
run away kid or imma bite (skrrrt)
n0body is safe in these streets
trust me b+tch can’t give no ‘deets
all i need is to smoke my weeds
then i’m set to make these beats
quick flow change
with my throbbing road rage (road rage)
i’m out swinging in this b+tch
pulling and shooting this b+tch
just keep in mind these shots are going at it (at it)
so keep your head down don’t even think about it (’bout it)
i’m not f+cking around
this all year around
just remember
[interlude: bryan cranston}
i am not in danger
i am the danger

[verse 2: fin]
silly littlе guys yeah we’re up to no good (silly!)
in lovе with this beat yeah it’s giving me wood
thuggin’ it out saggy pants with the hood
you wish you could stand wherever we’ve stood (yeah!)
jizz in my pants look like aloe vera (vera!)
drinking water i couldn’t be any clearer (clearer!)
i feel our big break yeah it’s coming nearer (nearer!)
in bed with your mum i hope you can hear her (hear her!)
i got no flow today call me pond water
call me purple guy the way i’m behind the slaughter
writing these bars yeah i’m feeling like an author
call your mum a trout the way my tiny worm calls her (yeah!)

[verse 3: pat]
release the cd ’cus i’m rapping (yeah)
bust that sh+t straight out the plastic (uh+huh)
b+tch i’m not good i’m fantastic (yeah!)
hoes in the whip on my gearstick (yeah)
don’t like my sh+t you can suck fat d+ck (yeah)
point piece at you and pull it + cl!ck
playing runescape and i’m grinding + cl!ck
what’s does your mama ride on + my d+ck
i been on trial for murder (ooh!)
b+tch i’m a cold blooded k!ller (yeah)
googling what rhymes with murder (ooh!)
free my boy schmurda (yeah)
your b+tch called i ain’t heard her (ooh!)
please hit the b+tton on the recorder (uh+huh)
i got attention deficit discorder (oh sh+t!)
and uhhh, uhhh, ugh yeah
[outro: pat]
ugh major bag yeah

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