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trixter klauss - wipeout lyrics

[verse 1]
slice his wrist up
but they already slit
cuts down the arm and they already split
tell his new hoe she gon’ get some new slits
f+ck her real good, you gonna get new slits
las vegas b+tch, that’s where i was at
pull a walking dead, hit you with a baseball bat
not lil darkie but i’ll punch back
have some (ahh) hit her from the back

[chorus]
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
yuh, let’s see all of these b+tches get wiped down
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
we’ll punch them in the mud like we in the show wipeout
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
yuh, let’s see all of these b+tches get wiped down
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
we’ll punch them in the mud like we in the show wipeout
yuh, ayy

[verse 2]
b+tch i’m german like a shepherd
feelin’ slight under a weather
chainsaw massacre like heather
b+tch i’m flyin’ like a feather
cut a cow up, make some leather
send a hoe into the nether
f+ck a hoe like i am trevor
yuh, yuh
yeah you didn’t think i’d go stupid
b+tch, i feel like juice wrld i am so lucid
b+tch, the way i’m passing these flows they are so fluid
i got my dawgs with me, they are so fluent with their mother f+cking flows
yuh, pass the cold now i got covid
no sh+t
b+tch your delusional like your name sherlock holmes
you just need to go home
get out of my dome
this no place to roam
this is my f+cking throne
i’ma make your b+tch choke
on this mother f+cking coke (yuh)
[chorus]
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
yuh, let’s see all of these b+tches get wiped down
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
we’ll punch them in the mud like we in the show wipeout
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
yuh, let’s see all of these b+tches get wiped down
huh, pull up on ‘em with the strap now
we’ll punch them in the mud like we in the show wipeout
yuh, ayy

[verse 3]
not ski but this sh+t light
listen to this, i’m right
i don’t wanna fight
i will snipe ya on sight, yuh yuh
drop you down, no fight
pick you up, you light
walk away, im right
i’m smart, i’m not dumb like rice
i’m not gonna fight you i’m too nice
third times the charm, let’s do it thrice
scratch your head hard, remove all your lice
b+tch you in class, turn off your device
grand theft auto like i’m in vice
cuphead i roll the dice (ayy)

- trixter klauss lyrics

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