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lirik lagu cannibal quarantine – cumdaddies

[verse 1]
locked in the lab with the rest of the crew
while i’m back and forth pacing for something to do
taking stock of the rations, staying optimistic
five guys, one house, the end’s cataclysmic
what could go wrong? it’s like i’m living with my best buds
no booze, no drugs? someone’s getting their throat cut
day twenty*eight, p bl**dy down an eighth
all of dock’s f*cking funyuns pushing dock’s b*tton

[dialogue]
what the f*ck, dawg? you ate all three bags?
yo, just calm down
what? you’re gonna tell me to calm down?
what? wait? dude
f*ck— (*screaming*)

[verse 2]
tension seems high so i reside in the lab again
mixing out the tracks while i’m hearing dock smacking him
then it goes silent so i check what is happеning
slit boy cl*t looking nasty and [gassing?]
all the daddies stop so quiet you can hеar a pin drop
close and now he walks, bend down and on the food he coughs
someone’s got a glock, popped a shot and made his heart stop
[chorus]
whatcha gonna do when the ill comes for you?
f*ck around and get popped, get ill, get shot
whatcha gonna do when the ill comes for you?
f*ck around and get popped, get ill, get shot

[verse 3]
all of us sh*llshocked except the one who got popped
everyone’s jaw dropped once they saw the body flop
nervous ‘cause my eye caught something like a blood drop
checked my [?], forgot that just one cap is all i brought
now the crew is coming through, not even sure what i’m gonna do
let me share my point of view
needs of the many outweigh the few
i did it, now i admit it, what i did was kinda hasty
was thinking with my gut, thought he was looking tasty

[dialogue]
anybody else feeling a little ill?
nah, man, nah, man, we cool
alright, pharaoh, get the x, p bl**dy, get the hacksaw, dune coon, get a fire started
wait? what?

[verse 4]
slit would have wanted this
get the ax [?]
dice him up to little bits and have a feast to slitstress
whatever’s left of him we’ll throw down in the deep freeze
can’t we take a second to calm down for a moment, please?
every second lost, this little sh*t starts to f*cking stink
coughing on the food, he’s tryna k!ll us, that’s what i think
the dirty work is getting done, no one said this life was fun
what we do can’t be undone
there’ll be enough for everyone
[chorus]
whatcha gonna do when the ill comes for you?
f*ck around and get popped, get ill, get shot
whatcha gonna do when the ill comes for you?
f*ck around and get popped, get ill, get shot

[verse 5]
day thirty*six we’re eating the last bit of slit[?]
the thought about it makes me sick, but he kinda tastes like fish and chips
now the daddies’ [?] ‘cause we gotta wipe with random sh*t
toilet paper is gone quick as we all got the slit sh*ts
dune coon seems to be going off the deep end
and pharaoh just insists that we stick to the regimen
got us in the booth but the three of us can’t pretend that dock won’t pop us for another food specimen

[dialogue]
man, f*ck this, i can’t focus, my assh0l* is k!lling me
water just got shut off, can’t flush the toilet
we all out of work, we can’t even pay the water bill, we can’t even sh*t in the toilet?!

[verse 6]
backyard is getting rank ‘cause his remains were sunbaked
stench is more than i can take, we’re living this sh*t day to day
got me reminiscing ‘cause we’re living off the grits
now a lavish dinner is a f*cking sandwich
gotta be swift ‘cause the feeding’s getting primal
tryna eat some lunch and the guys get an eyeful
got peripherals with a knife for survival
smoking some bubonic chronic ’til the aftermath arrival
[chorus]
whatcha gonna do when the ill comes for you?
f*ck around and get popped, get ill, get shot
whatcha gonna do when the ill comes for you?
f*ck around and get popped, get ill, get shot

[verse 7]
day forty*one and i’m smelling like sweaty bum
when we ate slit, man, i’m telling you that f*cked me up
i feel like the dudes keep shooting me some sh*tty grins
my sanity is cracking, man, i feel i’m at my wits’ end
daddies coming in the room, they say we gotta lay a track
not sure if i can spit a rap, i’m nervous that they may attack
palms are sweaty, getting sick, start to shake, i’m losing grip
p bl**dy came in quick so i stabbed him with an icepick

[dialogue]
ah! what the f*ck?! what the f*ck?!
step the f*ck back, you ain’t about to cook me too, motherf*ckers
what?! bro, what are you even talking about? what is wrong with you?
(*pistol c*cks*)
oh sh*t

[verse 8]
dock’s stupid ass left the glock by the xbox
up against the wall, motherf*cker, now i’m the boss
i got the authority and now i get to pick next
dock’s the next one we cook, anyone object?
no bullets, b*tch, what? you think you had a loaded piece?
better start running ‘cause i’m bashing in your f*cking t**th
i’m hauling ass out the door, couldn’t believe our eyes
everyone’s still outside living their normal lives

what the f*ck? well, guess we didn’t have to go and k!ll slit, huh?
aiyo, let’s.. let’s go get some food, wanna go to like grocery store or some sh*t?

[chorus]
f*ck around and get popped, get ill, get shot

- cumdaddies

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