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street trill - crack party lyrics

[intro]
(excessive vomiting and coughing flood the scene as the listener is taken, quite literally, into the belly of a “crack party”)
(laughing and random shouts echo across the track as the beat takes hold)

[verse 1]
walk up to the party with a pocket full of dro
now that b-tch wanna know
if she can get a hit
suck my d-ck, you a f-cking hoe
now i’m headed for the show
a couple hundred dollars
now some b-tches suck my toes
now we ready to go
maybe i’ll find you on a dark lonely night
with my wings, i take flight
mayday! mayday! she puffing on that molly
okay! okay! i smell that rancid p-ssy
so okay, you got me. i’m tired of feeling lonely
getting f-cked up every f-cking day
starting to give me anxiety
you know i put acid in my gatorade
bombay in my lemonade
she’s a big b-tch, she’s got big t-tties
my homies call her “busty.”
splashing b-tches with chardonnay
i love my b-tch, susan. she a crazy b-tch
but she also gave me some gooey itch
wy ain’t u bin callin’ mane?
you scared, chump
i’m gonna give your motherf-cking girlfriend a dirty hump
two or three pumps
she’s choking down c-m
she wants to f-cking run
but my d-ck down her throat
makes her remember her dad
now she feels sad
she’s crying with my d-ck in her mouth
the memories escaping her skull
i’m smoking f-cking crack
i whipped her back until she was f-cking dead

(susan, you’re just so f-cking dead b-tch. oh my f-cking god)
(crack party skit intermission)

[verse 2]
talking broke sh-t, aaron carter
you know i go harder
i’m f-cking living larger
drinking on that lager
i’m f-cking moving farther
spitting sh-t, don’t bother
i’m moving product
don’t give no f-cking f-cks
i’ll steal your girl hit her from the back
i got racks on racks on racks
stashing cash on stacks of cash
i’m flaunting f-cking gucci, b-tch
white girls don’t f-ck with that
married woman scars across my back
40 year old asian woman
trying to give me a heart attack
this party is full of crack
dealers paying for your slack
die alone or wither quick
suck my f-cking cracked out d-ck
she’s a mommy, not a commie
she’s always selling me molly

[outro]
she’s a mommy, not a commie
she’s always selling me molly
and she sucks some d-ck

oh and you know she’s f-cking licking my b-lls
she f-cking takes my hair in her f-cking lips
she f-cking sucks that sh-t
that’s existential-actual

she’s a mommy, not a commie
she’s always selling me molly
and she sucks that d-ck

so when you’re thinking of me, just remember
that i am the mystic vision
the beast of the kingdom

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