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lirik lagu earf – cyanide and silicone

[verse 1: brin]
it feel like a sat*rday, i’m riding with the baddest b*tch
and if you see my cabbages, just know that i’m the rabbit b*tch
and if you want to tag a tongue, you better have it sticking out
my poison ivy pack a punch
i take your b*tch and d*ck her down
i’m brian, but you’re calling me a name i don’t f*ck with
i could be seen as a sideshow but i’m really top interest
bring better performances with my files corrupted
i hit the bat and pass it back without a cough like it’s nothing, uh
t trio had a slap and deniers just sitting back
and wiping tears from their iris’
b*tch it’s been a couple years since big brian got by
and i had a lavish dream
now i watch aladdin with the whole tard team
i don’t order post mates, my mates post orders
if you don’t bе complying, it’ll be post mortem
and i’m not pushing brooms, i shove that sh*t up thеir asses
i’m never cleaning the classrooms, i just jizz in the math books
cause dale just got that dub*d forty striking like a matchbook
when he hits a clean tile and it’s squeaking like a rats nest
don’t party if you’re gonna act like a r*t*rd
slap a b*tch with my d*ck, say i lost my v*card
well i got my t**th sharpened
i look harder than a cracked out apartment
in the winter of the bronx b*tch
[hook: brin x2]
i don’t order post mates, my mates post orders
if you don’t be complying, it’ll be post mortem

[verse 2: dubby]
blast through the glass, shattered out the bowels of h*ll
i’m like a mad scientist, and they can call me evil dale
i can break your mother f*cking arm and twist it inside out
if you touching on my lunchable’s capri sun pouch
and i’m fiending for a cigarette, i’m smoking till my lungs collapse
i’m sounding like jesus when i’m talking with the voice of wrath
cyanide kool*aid, that’s how i do it
man, the silicone death, bite the dust, feeling no pain
no gains, no way, i don’t really need it
i’m a big bad gorilla, on my chest imma beat it
got kicked out of college and i landed on my f*cking head
i built my own school and now i talk to the dead
had the whole clique rise up, now we taking over blocks
take the whole planet and we’ll shove it in a shoe box
for the glocks, rack them up and take those shots
seven different ways of being mad, now i’m p*ssed off
spy kids watch on my wrist, your times spent
don’t mind my thoughts, keep ’em locked in the bas*m*nt
i don’t want a new toy, i’ll just f*cking break it
high blood pressure, i keep it medicated
[hook: brin x2]
i don’t order post mates, my mates post orders
if you don’t be complying, it’ll be post mortem

[verse 3: brin]
sock a mother f*cker like a foot
i can read them like a book
get it heated like a cook, mother f*cker
putting all my cookies in a bowl
glue cookies from your hoe
tryna show you what it took, mother f*cker and i panic
i don’t even stand a chance, but i’m making a way
i got a lot of antics but they even paving a way
b*tch i’m going ape, i’m tony danza, i’ll blow you away
fully automatic ak but i’m using a shank
yes, i see you out there, ask me if i care
time damaging my tires but i’m running a spare
i don’t give a f*ck if you’re here or if you disappeared
you’re a fake f*ck cuck so i guess that it’s fair
so see it to believe it
i got a f*cking c*ck so long, you would think i was jesus
your boyfriend look like a little leave it to beaver
so i grab him by his hair and cut him up with the cleaver, b*tch

- cyanide and silicone

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