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stanley platinum - how crazy r u? lyrics

[intro]
yo, this is detroit, replace the o with an x, cause what we smoking, homie

[verse one: lowkey jones]
i’m gonna hit ’em with that sh-t in a minute
all of the wack lyrics in the world, i get rid of it
our world is f-cked up, can’t you see, knockity, knock
even with our technology, they can’t find out who k!lled 2pac
like pacman, i’m f-cking sucking ghost d-ck
you think you’re slick, jagger mick, my d-ck’s bigger than his lips
i’m wondering why every relative i have is mad, cause i have more cash now than they ever had
they never had a dad, i never went to rehab, get herpes from a crab
i introduced myself to rap, i taught myself all the cr-p
that you got taught by your parents, and apparently
marriage is a rare occurence, and my insanity
made more movies than the rock, where his f-cking hair should be
you haven’t seen the sh-t i’ve seen, bleach keeps yelling “drink me!”
more scary than a dog with an std, whoops, i meant herpes
no, rabies, maybe, i meant the second one
good thing i don’t have a baby
cause i’ll name it “crazy lady”
and let it listen to slim shady
why do i not call him eminem, i don’t know, why, do you hate me?
for it, i sh-t lyrics in the forest, my rhymes are the worstworse than when bill cosby put a curse in my f-cking man purse
now go to sleep, baby, good night night
now, i’ll force your d-ck to go in to a fleshlight
wake up, hungover, with a broken beer bottle in my hand
actually, it was my d-ck, getting sucked by a manmaybe, i should go to sleep again
woke up five hours later, woke up naked in a tent
god d-mn it, what happened, i’m getting up
somehow started jerking off with a condom on looked behind me, and saw it was pennywise with his pants off
heard the cops, ended up getting put in handcuff don’t know why this freestyle is so creepy
and why my -n-s is so god d-mn leaky
leukemia might be the reason, treason, trees i’m peeing on
getting wet for the season
better fighting moves than bruce lee
got an inspiration by tim tebow and got on my knees, like

[hook: stanley platinum]
okay, how psycho are you?
have you felt normal for too long?
yeah, gow psycho are you?
take one or two hits of that bong
how psycho are you?
so psycho, i’ll k!ll a b-m (dnepropetrovsk maniacs)
how psycho are you?
how could you say shadyxv ain’t the best alb-m

[verse two: stanley platinum]
maxing out, no giving up, there’s no tapping out
too fast, i’m as quick i get -ss, no, you ratchet p-ssy, i’ll p-ss
garbage sh-t, no trash, spray on you, no splash
back from the county, warrant arrest, but no bounty
32 days for me, nasty -ss food, i just won’t eat
no test, no pop quiz, pop the lite, let it fizz
i used to be normal but i changed, add a few things to this bucket list
put it together, a life story, here’ a twist
game player, born slayer, no f-cks to give, none taking either
i don’t f-ck with stupid -ss b-tches, f-ck me over, i’ll leave her
violence, gandhi style, i just won’t beater
no quad style, i roll in that, two seater
call me fake, calm like the lake, test me, i won’t break
wined me up, turn up, party like a freak
nasty pictures, nudes leak, sneak peak
my b-tch is too good, your hoes can’t compete
tell them get down dog, here’s a treat
kiss my -ss, kiss my feet, k!lling on the sick -ss beat
not shooting in the street, but don’t test me
gripping that hand gun, it’s a ’38
walking with a strap on my hip, i never used it
say what you want to say, call me a p-ssy, but i am what i get

[hook]

[verse three: khit khat]
listen up y’all, cause this is it
theses rhymes i’m gonna spit are so legit
cause all these wack rappers would j-zz with their d-ck
and insist that their whole rap career have come to quits
just admit it you b-tches, my rhymes are lit
but yours are so cold, they should be in the arctic
you have no chance of beating the khit, khat
you should join the kkk, your lyrics are burnt, they’re black
you got a ghost writer, your sh-t ain’t real
to understand your lyrics, you’d need some high heels
you getting on death row, what’s your last meal?
just kidding, shut the f-ck up, b-tch, you ain’t getting sh-t, i got b-lls of steel

[outro: insert madness there]
i’ll chop your d-ck off while the condom’s still on
and cut your hair so you have a hairline like lebron’s
i’ll p-ss on your new lebron’s, and i’ll murder your f-cking mom
and i’ll put spikes on my bullets, put ’em in a shotgun, and bang
you’re knocked down, your c-ck’s done, i’ll c-ck you with a tommy gun
like pac got shot with, i’ll pull up in a white minivan like a soccer mom
and i’ll sock you in the c-ck with a rock with a b-ttersock
god d-mn it, have i been sniffing the white rocks? fin

- stanley platinum lyrics

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