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trash music - trash cypher 2017 lyrics

[intro: big switch]
hey it’s big switch here from trash music
and we’re doing the trash cypher 2017
let’s get it

[verse 1: big switch]
it’s switch in the mother f-cking building b-tch
yes, i’m so trash, i’ll fill you in
mother f-ckers said they want it, sh-t i’m sicker than some vomit
but i’m coming like a comet, shooting star, make a wish
off of the top imma drop all my sh-t
gobble the awful stench all on my d-ck
slob on the kn-b then you corn on the cob
as i crank up the kn-b and i hop in the whip
like yo, ho, let’s hit the show
she smoking rocks while i’m puffing the dro
yes, she a crackhead you already know
cause she will do anything for a toke
b-tch i’m for real, we are not no d-mn joke
cruising the seas we do not need a boat
we are all trash mother f-cker, we float
now come on f-ggot, spit on this, you bloke

[verse 2: dj garbage]
i’m feeling the pain in this misery
i’m so fit on my flow and delivery
who is making love for no history
and my heart hurts that’s the injury
there’s no liberty in our victories
just want to put a back rotisserie
with my cash in hand on delivery
it’s a mystery you can kiss the ring
from a king, just ring and you hear me
an angle eto is leading
i’m so misleading, feeding on the dream
start lyric beating, only a bar says lyric cheese
and i’m believing me
garbage, trash music

[verse 3: abyss]
muf-ckin abyss i’m the kid with the hot flow, you spit and it’s awful
every time i touch a mic i’m like god though, with an apostle
k!lling the beat, when you see my name up on the track you already know who went the hardest
k!lling you rappers because i’m a monster and i can just get on and flow so r-t-rded
schizo psycho sick emcee in the building
when you see me you better hide your children
they don’t want to see the sh-t i’m concealing
obviously i’m a muf-ckin villian
you garbage -ss rappers so f-ckin -ss backwards
you’re all hoping that you’re gonna blow up fast
so i end up tying them up in a bag
and i light em up, when i take out the trash

[verse 4: lengel kid]
instructions: say some money sh-t and go in
what the f-ck does that mean?
i’m probably the worst to grab
i’m surprised no one has told you
i’m like the g*nius of good jokes
and i’ll probably stumble my words too
(i’m just f-cking kidding)
i’m lit as f-ck like 2k
he gotta press the beat to make the moon shake
i ain’t trash, b-tch, the flash you hold
like everything i do need a p-ssword yo
p-ssive on me, make a master c0ke
i got 33 seconds to master flow
i got 33 seconds to p-ss that hoe
i got 33 seconds to hold my records
i got 1 billion years to learn to fly
i can f-ck you, b-tch, is the path this time

[verse 5: tytan]
(surprise motherf-cker!)
trynna get my mind right
trynna get my rhymes tight
it’s so dark in my life
so i need that lime light
and i need that extra quiet room, not trynna get bothered
trynna get offers
trynna be andre
trynna be kanye
i’ma do it my way
i’ma do it my way
i’ma do it my way (hear that motherf-ckers)
i’ma do it my way
feeling myself like i’m rapping in braille
unorganized i am not planning to fail (ok)
talking to my homie
he said he missed the old me
told him listen homie
soul breathe…

[verse 6: yoppa]

[verse 7: msl]
not alot of people understanding why i gotta’ be rappin’ it fast/
cause i’m ravenous trash ‘n’ i’m stabbing them in the back, and i’m saving them for last, and
i’m rapping so fast that i’m rappin’ in the past. (wut)
i gotta be the one to hit’em with the lyrics, k!llin’ everybody cause i gotta keep it rash
and if they wanna find me they should look inside the dumpster cause they’re lookin’ for the garbage and they’re gonna find the trash! (woo!)
wouldn’t wanna be another other one to be a fricken’ slave to my soul
cause you ain’t no freeman just like morgan
i put ’em in the morgue and i take another organ
after all, how would i get brain anyway? i’m trash, hahaha… msl out!

[verse 8: fnx]

[verse 9: whollis]
i got the p-o-w-e-r, send yo -ss to the e.r
then i’m finding a nurse, to pocket her purse
so i can get me a keycard
walk in your room with the viscious intention to spit it succeeding, so hope when you listen
your brain will no longer be in the condition to properly function, enough of your vision
it will be gone in a matter of minutes, along with your hearing and will to keep living
that is what happens when i write a sentence, so imagine what happens when i write a page
full of aggression with anger and rage, i cannot help that i’m stuck in my ways
trynna be silent, you think that your safe
but i see it written, all over your face

[verse 10: tim saunders]
as soon as the cypher is over, go to soundcloud.com/june5th
like, dead-ss, immediately, soundcloud.com/june5th, n-gga
yo, trash cypher what’s up, it’s another beat that’s gone get f-cked up
p-g-a tour, ya’ll just put-put
doing numbers like the lottery, yeah, we lucked up
the spot at the top is just mine for the taking
my song make them n-ggas lean back like the matrix
your song is like 14 ph, you so basic
i swear to god, i cannot take it, you ain’t sh-t, godd-mn
that’s so d-mn tragic, i’m scratching to the top, shaolin fantastic
yeah they want the spot, nah, they can’t have it
n-gga i’m the bomb, i swear i’m d-mn chapstick
i’m past it, i’m past it, i’m thinking bout my new sh-t
my dogs move in silence, in other words ruthless
i do this, got more quotes than confucious
go to soundcloud.com/june5th, woah
and i sing, godd-mn

[verse 11: aj valenz]

[verse 12: mcdread]

[verse 13: c-swift]
here to murder the cypher
they gon’ give me life for this one
back in the habit of bringing the havoc
i’m having it crowding out my wisdom
keep your critique, your bars are p-ss-weak
you can’t get this deep, watch me mistreat
your fans all over this beat ’til it’s history
and i’m picking up speed like an f5
on a test drive, gotta get mine
i swear right now it’s overdue
they try to tell lies but they know the truth
thinking about the people that doubted
watch them reach out but he won’t allow it
no peace for cowards
think your legacy’s hot but it really ain’t nothing like ours

[verse 14: yung revival]
some call me yung revival, from the uk
yeah, one of the world’s fastest rappers…
but hit em with vision while want to be murderers one to be making the money up with the venom would you understand it when venom when i’m taking em in their head but when i’m waking em making the master i didn’t really want to be one to end it topping the stop of any one that be taking the individual
til it’s blowing we want to get up when it want to wither i be making it one to be get it
when i’m telling all of you rappers that should be warned
trynna give you advice, trynna put you in the right
so vision with a people doing more songs than a…
secure the hatred, hatred
put the motivated-vated, very innovative entertainment
leap in fire, in fire, in fire, faded
yeah, and i’m making this up as i go along
we doing in your life, wouldn’t copy going strong, aye
yeah, freestyled the end of this
keep your head up man, check me out, heheh

[verse 15: kvr]
(yo, kvr, bruh)
(oh sh-t, waddup?)
here comes dat boi to join
so sit down and enjoy
have some joy while i destroy
beat like shot to the groin
does it annoy? what’s your point?
seems your brain is a void
so better avoid my joint
before you will become paranoid
your paranoia starts to own ya
and i know ya so i show ya
what i can, you panic when i go supersonic, 2fast4you
eradicate radical haters, the agony coming among when i go (oh yeah)
now allow
me to make it go pow
another round, coming around
quickly making a sound
what i’m about and i’m proud
of is not just speed, dude
when i shout
out here, abyss and the crew
and better bow to me down
and crown me with a trashbag
drag to the river, leave me all up with my -ss fat
but you already know you are worth less than
trash, don’t you ever misunderstand that

[verse 16: lil trump]
iye, iye, iye, iye, iye
i know they chips, they get salty
iye, iye, die
excusing super writers, my music lights your life up
my rhymes design the future, that’s future in designer
met poppy at the doc’s, for a little c0ke
for that tommy boi, fat guy in the little coat
bullets make you lean, one may just hit your throat
it’s cool in minnesota, then i stole that sprite from lil bolt
i ain’t pyrion, but they f-ck with me the long way
cops come, i’ll turning it fast, cali ain’t going away

[verse 17: wolfie garibay]
i don’t really rap, i kinda do this sh-t for fun
i’m the number two cause people think that they the one
taking l’s like it’s a sport, double like i’m j
rappers throwing shade, bay, told em what they say
feeling like i’m trash, i’m still looking like a two
f-ck around and steal yo mom, cause she think i’m ugly cute
feeling like a god cause my mind’s a lethal weapon
step into my world, leave you stuck with no confession, it’s wooh

[verse 18: trip]
i write my sh-t for me, myself and i
and for the real fans, who feel they’ve been let dry
so i, expose you actors, weak like plane pillows
but act like you’ll cross my bones like frank grillo
so i grab the pen after 6 hits to write this sh-t with
my pen dripping with ink, i write my mighty sh-t
and rappers outside 8, saying i write the whitest sh-t
so i sit in my room, and i contemplate retirement

[verse 19: sonny brix]
look, hold up yo, yer muvva n-gga, yer muvva n-gga, yeah, yer muvva n-gga
yer muvva name is, hold up n-gga, she in a three-way, try to hold up n-ggas
she a bully, she a full-up n-gga
she’ll tie you up, suck ya d-ck and stir that whole cup n-gga
yer muvva moustache thorough n-gga
she at church screaming ‘who can f-ck with my burl n-gga’
they came through the roof n-gga
she’ll pull it out and take a p-ss pulling yo tooth n-gga
yer muvva, my n-gga, yeah, heheheh

[verse 20: yung tonez]
yeah, who them n-ggas over there though?
yall n-ggas b-tches, said you’re looking like some weirdos
i switch it back cause them n-ggas don’t know i can flow
i got my dode up on my side, and we all thorough
n-ggas down there? they ain’t nothing but some b-tch-made n-ggas trynna switch over there fam
little f-ggot -ss n-ggas, i know you like the d-ck so why you hiding it b-tch? heheh

[verse 21: mc rice]

[verse 22: los fidel]

[verse 23: jay razzkull]

[verse 24: crazy harry]

[verse 25: 4fifth]

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