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sleepy panic - world war iii! lyrics

[intro: donald trump]
look at my african american over here
look at him, are you the greatest?
you know what i’m talking about?
okay, so we have a african american guy at
one of the rallies a month ago…

[part 1 – world war iii]

[verse 1: sadboyshaq]
ay ay, huh
ay ay, huh
ay ay
pull up on a n-gga with a motha f-cking scatpack
i’mma hit his b-tch from the front side and the back, back
she gonna be sucking the d-ck and the sack, sack
i’mma p-ss that b-tch the cold blue from the pack, pack
tired of you n-ggas cuz you n-ggas be wack, wack
matter of fact, f-ck that, huh
this is world war 3
call donald trump because you know i’m gonna grant a f-cking scr-p, scr-p (uhh, ay)
deet, deet, deet, deet
that b-tch gonna l!ck up my meat, uh
i f-ck that b-tch in my sleep, uh
no miama but i got heat, uh
beat up on her motha f-cking waist, uh huh
put that sh-t straight to your face, uh huh
f-ck on that b-tch for the gang, uh huh
finna toss your body in the lake (ay, ay, ay)
beat a b-tch n-gga with a rake
(i’m just coutin’ up blue hundreds all up in his face, uh huh)
go into you crib where you stay
i’mma put that choppa to yo face

[verse 2: sleepy panic]
i’mma put that choppa to yo face, uh huh
osama just signed my ak, uh huh
world war 3, b-tch get to fighting
don’t tred on me b-tch, i’ll get to bittin’
taliban-dana striaght from isis
f-ck a label, no they won’t like this
if you want a feature hit cashapp, ay
you the type of n-gga who wear snapback, ay
captain knuckles no flapjack, ay
pull up with a ray gun, zap zap
mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
choppa let it rip like a dummy beyblade
i just had to walk in with my ak
why you talking sh-t when you so b-tch made?

[verse 3: sadboyshaq]
f-ck that sh-t, umm
umm, i’m getting busy
matter fact i pack a glizzy
if you wanna get the semi-automatic let’s get busy
i’mma f-ck that b-tch, umm
and now i think her name was trinity
she sucking on my motha f-ckin d-ck and that bih got a hundred legs just like a centipede
i’m sad at times and i know
but i’ll still f-ck your hoe
take her backstage throat f-cked then bring her outside of the show
i’m sad but you already know
(when it come the l!ck b-tch i’m kicking the door)
i’m tired of switching my flow
(we don’t need no witness to shoot through the door)

[part 2: post war]

[intro: sadboyshaq]
ay man, turn this off
like i’m so serious turn this sh-t off
i’m telling you n-gga if you don’t turn this off (i swear to god)
okay…

[verse 1: sadboyshaq & sleepy panic]
whipping in a mothaf-cking cadalaic, uh (b-tch!)
white in my eyes like the cataracts, uh
hold on wait a minute let me back track, uh
film a p-ssy n-gga like flapjack! (yuh!)
look at my guap let me stack that
and b-tch i got bombs like baghdad
if you want a feature i do not do free ones, so n-gga please hit up my cashapp
me and death my have a contract (b-tch!)
hit up iraq, brand new choppa, delivered that asap
fully loaded clip, on my side, chop like katana (woo-woo!)
smells like teen spirit, i be on my nirvana sh-t
might just slit my wrist, government took my cigarette
might just ice my wrist, shout out trump i f-cked his b-tch (f-ck trump!)

[verse 2: sadboyshaq & sleepy panic]
man, i’mma just let the evil n-gga take over, uh
evil in my mothaf-cking mind frame
i don’t give a d-mn, pop it just like some champagne, uh
she snort a line of cocaine, uh
wanna feel like my last name is cobain
making body moves hit up the cashapp
like my name donkey kong, i smash that
give me the duffel bag, b-tch i’mma stash that
b-tch i’m on the corner where the crack at, ay
got a pair of choppas call it swing set (woo-woo!)
when i’m with your b-tch she give me good head (ay, yuh, yuh)
fully loaded clip aim at yo head (pow!)
too much drip looking like a faucet (drip, drip)
when i’m with your b-tch she give me good head (hold up, hold up)
narcissistic, pessimistic, don’t trust n-ggas, i don’t really have to pull the trigger
i count my figures, f-ck on b-tches, swear to god i don’t wanna have to k!ll you n-gga
they say “why you so sad?” i don’t know
i don’t need drugs, and i sure don’t need hoes
let me demonstrate to you, uh, the meaning of flows (ay!)
b-tch n-gga thought he was special
and i don’t got piercings but i grip the metal
rip your f-cking arms off like a flower, petal
i’m done fighting the boss so get on my level
eenie, minnie, miney, moe
catch a opp right at his door
if he talk sh-t, choppa blow
b-tch we’ll shoot you at your show
(wait you let me go back in)
yo that’s a bird, not it’s a plane
oh that’s an opp well he in the grave
russian ak, straight to your face
give me a reason not to blow your brains

[verse 3: sadboyshaq]
um, um should i take over again?
yeah!
yeah!
feeling like santa i’m stuffing my mothaf-cking stocking, yuh uh
b-tch i’m stuffing my mothaf-cking pockets with lunchables, uh
try to drug me thats a loss you fools
eat up my d-ck like it’s chinese food
i gotta admit it was kinda cool
intelligent, ignorant, i am a fool
intelligent, ignorant, i am a fool!
you n-ggas kinda stupid if you think that i am listening
i see your b-tch, put my d-ck in it
chilling with a b-tch in the dojo we kicking it
feel like draco when i rhyme fast, i just be spitting sh-t

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