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skittlez - crazy lyrics

im raw k!lled a man no guilt
stuck, k!lled, mugged, milled
bury the evidence no one will find out
i’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about
white rappers worst nightmare
white-kid again so put me back in my highchair
stab you in the throat in a haunted house
i’m on a thousand islands like mcdonald’s cows
i was beat up when i was younger
cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber
dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
call me c-cky i love it, baby father a sucker
b-tches call me a cold -ss motherf-cker
let me go ma! i never touched your pills!
yes you did you little sh-t feel my fear!
beat you with a broken bottle
this sh-t just look like a novel
its written over and over again
my raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen
f-cking bob saget
go ‘head and hate me hate it
im as cold as ice
short days, long nights
no time to be nice
im nieve
how can we reject peace
im your own enemy filled with hate
i been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
im the bad guy
and now we high
flying to the north pole
it’s apart of my goal
k!ll santa and his little elves
pushed all the way down in my old sh-ll
looking through your phone book, couldn’t get a cell
got four underneath the old-school as well
only getting high cuz we closer to h-ll
yo skittles you need an alter ego
drop a c-note on strippers at the casino
f-ck an alter ego till im twelve
you’ll be rich in 2010 if you broke a shelf
im steve urcle cuz’ my pants are to high up
you no good like a stripper with a “a” cup
how can honkeys blame us, i am not ashamed but

im crazy inside
three times cause fate had my side
im twisted in the head
you already know you’re dead
so dont give me a baby
guns that we pop too much daily

im almost like cartman
no barging, cracker that’s a bargain
we have nothing in common
until my flesh hardened so pardon
all of my b-tches mind’s are free like olly oxen
i feel like throwing up all of my rhymes at once
but i produce more like i do blunts
pullin’ up in trucks, carried off in a bus
jerkin it in the school bathroom
as i snoozed in every normal cl-ssroom
doing all these hoes right there in the backroom
sucks the air out of my lungs like a vacuum
if not you must have confused the fastroom
you’re a pee-brained mark twain snorting cocaine in a dirty air-plane -ssroom
did so much weed i need a tissue
it’s really not an issue
reens, get the deloriane, this is a situ-
ation on my fast and furious -ssh0l-
you’re playing games but this ain’t a console
my punch lines gon’ hurt, ima give you a handful
never meant to make your daughter to cry so
but it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through
holy sh-t this is f-cking johnny t
i was at ryans house being an -ss and got asked to leave
spread this to the industry, lyrics like the chopper piece
im done with this sh-t
wit my kin that i came in wit

they say that im crazy

- skittlez lyrics

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