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somechild - missing link lyrics

[verse 1]
n-gga look, i’m unknown and nonexistent,
f-ck my presence my boy you ain’t gifted
think you the sh-t, godlike, boy you ain’t christian
every time you come around you acting different
light beam to blast these b-tches issues
ice cream to freeze these n-ggas visions
f-ck your thoughts on this and your opinions
skip my -ss like i was missing attendance
kick my -ss out like i’m being suspended
the ringleader of -ssh0l-s and bad kids
incest in cartoons and weird sh-t
right hand be dented by d-ck print
spread them vibes like momma lighting them incense
bad sense from my intents and interests
ain’t n0body here, ’cause n0body dependent
sh-t yourself like a m-th-f-ckin infant

[verse 2]
ice cream cones be all on the clothes
you dumb hoes can sip on my load
leave that drunk b-tch on the side of the road
your kids chopped up in the school c-sserole
my d-ck’s erect, stab a couple n-ggas in the side of the neck
they knocking on my door asking if they can inspect
hide the bodies in the attic so those pigs won’t expect, y’all ain’t seen sh-t yet
f-cking that hoe up, yea this sh-t is very ikely
beating that b-tch till you see nothing but the white meat
the same n-gga, straight from disorder boys
c-m stains be all on the corduroy
me and bill cosby waiting in the corridor
slaughter these motherf-ckers like a abattoir
got ignored by the b-tches that i adored, see the sh-t that i want but i can’t afford
you know aqua be the team
keep my n-ggas close n0body can intervene
who the f-ck am i, b-tch, i’m jeremy green
dice board flips with bbc jeans

[verse 3]
b-tch i’m awesome, spitting arson,
got these motherf-ckers marching, i’m the sergeant
turn this sh-t into parkland, i’m a marksman
bump this sh-t out side target, n-gga coming straight out the motherf-cking tar pit
bloodstains soaked in the motherf-cking carpet
f-ck with the green and turn your -ss into a carc-ss
get it discount, sell your daughter to the market
and i ain’t with it, pack ’em in the the trunk and i sell them white b-tches
snitch to the boys, you’ll be swimming with the fishes
the neighbors looking over, ’cause they getting real suspicious
a couple seconds later, then they dial them three digits
then a n-gga gotta split it, y’all got me p-ssed
shoot at your whole crew if you don’t f-ck with this
she’s a sl-tty milf with some luscious lips
and your mom is a wh0r-, she’s a succubus
and i’m blowing up the suburban
a young broke n-gga needs his money urgent
reload it quick and shoot at every person
f-ck this sh-t, n-gga might die a virgin

- somechild lyrics

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