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sped $uicide – pimp $uicide record$ (feat. $pedpimp) lyrics

{verse 1}
(sped $uicide)
ay, ay
bomb an orphanage i’ll k!ll the kids while they walkin’ out
f+ck yo mom (unknown)…
b+tch i got famous (unkown)… you ain’t got no clout
b+tch i’m high off crack and meth i feel like i’m walkin’ on clouds
ay, ay, ay, ay
i’m boutta nut in his b+tt, i don’t give a single f+ck
choppa gon’ make you my sl+t
i put his d+ck in my guts
i+i just ran over a group of old ladies in a f+ckin’ stolen school bus
b+tch i’m boutta bus’
i’m bout’ to cum
i’ma shoot him wit’ my gun
crack is making me go dumb
my d+ck is getting very numb
bro what the f+ck was that dawg, that was f+ckin asscheeks, i got a better verse comin here we go

{verse 2}
(sped $uicide)
smokin’ on crack i go crazy like i’m f+ckin’ steven ogg (what, what)
boutta take a nasty sh+t and, leave the toilet clogged (f+ck, f+ck)
go inside my laundry room and drink some mothеruckin’ dawn, (huh, f+ck)
b+tch i’m on so many drugs you don’t know what i’m on (pop, pop, pop)
like my dad b+tch i will shoot you then i’m mothaf+ckin’ gone (noom)
in my free+timе i like to f+ck, swans (what the f+ck)
yo life is so borin’ yea it make me wanna yawn (huh)
i f+ckin hate the equality of the law
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
i’m wit’ $pedpimp and we pimpin’ up on all these b+tches
i’m, cookin’ meth inside of my own m+th+f+ckin’ kitchen
$pedpimp’s verse is boutta come up, so just like my life i’m boutta end it
{verse 3}
($pedpimp)
b+tch my name is $pedpimp and i’m finna hop up on this track
i be dunkin’ on these b+tches like my name is f+ckin shaq
my syndromes down but my money’s up, i’m countin up my racks
my bars so hot i think that my house about to collapse
i went to rehab but the day after i f+ckin’ relapsed
i walked up to some b+tch and said “show me your p+ssy flaps”
don’t make me drive up in the kia soul an pop out with the gat
you might’ve bought the issue but i promise my pistol’s fat
these b+tches are all up on me like b+tch just take a step back
rat+tat+tat+tat+tat, b+tch that’s the sound of my gat
b+tch if you don’t give me my money then i’ll smash your brains in with a bat
sooner or later yo’ ass gon’ be spread out on the mat
when i be going to the bathroom my p+ss be comin’ out black
{end}

- sped uicide lyrics

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