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super famous fun time guys - blacktop lyrics

blacktop lyrics
[verse 1: mr. 8 legz]
yeah, if you searchin’ for me, find me on the asphalt
forty bottles surrounding me, all of their caps off
broken in half, shattering glass, downing mad dogs
keep repeating myself like whip saying “blast off”
f+ckin’ j+ck+ffs, hit the blacktop
get smeared across it like pauly peyton with cat claws
i’m steve austin on a monday night, fightin’ for ninety minutes
with no intermissions, b+tch i’m half raw
other half jaws, y’all some wall eye
i bet you get cat called by fat f+ckin’ bald guys
finally get you in a stall to glory hole your wack life
so you suckin’ d+ck happens outside what your tracks like
check the facts, i
could gave a f+ck about you salty b+tches always switchin’ sides [?]
f+ckin’ pr+cks need classified as cacti
find you in the desert with atari products and trash like

[chorus: whipstick]
wanna go toe to toe?
meet me on the blacktop
rope+a+dope then okey doke
meet me on the blacktop
got bars to battle, b+tch?
meet me on the blacktop
got bars to bash you with
meet me on the blacktop
[verse 2: whipstick]
you’s against me on that recess, spittin’ feces on the blacktop
f+ck 8 legz, he’s blasting off with his dad’s c+ck
stuffed with [?] from jackin’ off with that man’s sock
look that word “f+ggot” up, face [?] mascot
knife slice right through with ginsu diamonds
embrace the devil’s playground with hands left idle
treat his b+tch ass feminine with menstrual cycles
yo, your daughter calls me kool aid, i kick through [?]
sufferin’ succotash, b+tch has a busted ass
[?] cottage cheese at the bottom of a garbage bag
lookin’ like a huxtable, my fingers stickin’ up your crack
gimme ten cialis or a fifth to dunk in something that
can keep me rock hard and take my nut and bust it fat
man there’s like thirty six of us, inconspicuous
one part with madd maxxx sprinkled with some super clique
we form a clique, split your f+ckin’ face up, you stupid b+tch

[chorus: whipstick]
wanna go toe to toe?
meet me on the blacktop
rope+a+dope then okey doke
meet me on the blacktop
got bars to battle, b+tch?
meet me on the blacktop
got bars to bash you with
meet me on the blacktop
[verse 3: madd maxxx]
let’s get f+ckin’ straight
you try to catch me on the blacktop, it’ll be a barbecue up in the f+ckin’ place
you got beef? i want a f+ckin’ taste
i got recipes to die for, seriously, i can’t f+ckin’ wait
no, i’m hungry, i want a f+ckin’ plate
don’t care if it’s hamburgers, angus, frankfurters or f+ckin’ steak
the point that i’m trying to make with all this red meat rhetoric
is that trying to mess with me is a bl++dy mistake
it’s m+a+double+d+m+a+triple+x
and s+double+f+t+g, we here to f+ckin’ wreck
all three of us are a legend in our own right in the wicked underground
so you better show some f+ckin’ respect
i give a f+ck if you say you know what we’re all about
you ever try to step you best believe you better come correct
ah, sh+t, well that’s my sixteen and i’m finished
so where’s your mother?
i’m bored and i’m trying to get some f+ckin’ neck

[chorus: whipstick]
wanna go toe to toe?
meet me on the blacktop
rope+a+dope then okey doke
meet me on the blacktop
got bars to battle, b+tch?
meet me on the blacktop
got bars to bash you with
meet me on the blacktop
[verse 4: zero]
you can find me when i’m chillin’ at the blacktop
black shirt, steady sweatin’, sunshine, your man hot
steady swimmin’ through your cerebellum, let me break it down
i’m only f+ckin’ with the few that are down
like lo key, s+f+f+t+g and a+x+e
and s+o+f and the infect family
i’ma ride for my sh+t, k!ll and die for my sh+t
eviscerate the enemy to anyone that’s kin to me
we still ride now, ten years deep
and i can still remember spittin’ freestyles in the street
and i can still remember k!llin’ all the shows at the red sea
and all the love and knowledge from the people that made me, now
i remember every single one that said i shouldn’t
rub it in the face of everyone that said i couldn’t
steve sick, keep an eye on your b+tch
’cause we can put you down quick with a kick from the super clique

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