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lirik lagu cyanide – the neverending mixtape

[verse 1: 724x]
cyanide, that sh*t my boo
some for me and some for you
benoit wears balenciaga
hitler gon’ wear hermes too
my soul like bottom of shoe
that stepped in sh*t then dipped in glue
i need revenge for them years of n*ggas clowning on my hue
reasons to end it and take the world with me, i keep a few
but i suspend it because it’s clear that the world ending soon
soon enough, none of you f*ckers breathing, that impending doom
sit in the back seat, while you are backing out, i make my move
can of the gasoline, get to pouring like bartenders do
strike up a match quick, and then i’m laughing when i hear the boom
i’ll crash a party with my vehicle like i’m joining zoom
please mute your microphone, you ain’t speaking to me, class resume
i needed features up on this beat, i’m tryna make a zoo
3k a creature, i think that kenny coming from the moon
seasonal problems
i see a demon outside and
he’s asking me why i’m being so f*cking cold right in the dead of june
[verse 2: szn 3k]
yeah it be 3k, i came in the back with the glock off safety
i will not play in this b*tch, i might put him on a shirt no macys
cyanide in my body, i’m popping pills, got me stuck in the matrix
can’t feel my face like friday, sat*rday, sunday
hop out with a face lift
y’all got stripes like adidas
b*tch i’m og, got stripes like k swiss
i can’t ever try to switch my style up for a placement
what the f*ck they saying
all these senzu beans in my system i might go super saiyan
lift his body up and send him next to the dude that he pray with
b*tch i’m with the gang you ain’t even have to ask
seven two four, divide him with the forty
like we doing math
might call up your shorty
break her like the glass
the money ain’t important
man you n*ggas cap
how you gonna go to war if you ain’t got a bag
how you gonna run it up if you ain’t ran the track
call my brother kenny he might rip you like the ripper
if you talking like that

[verse 3: kenny]
talking like that, stop talking like that
break a n*gga kneecap with a baseball bat
contact, rah rah rah lay yo ass flat while ya b*tch smokin bones in my lap
ay n*gga what’s brackin?
you wondered what happened to me m*th*f*cka i’m stackin
suckin on titties and eatin on carpets like i was aladdin
smokin weed with my rings like baggins
all a sudden i got new n*ggas with they hands out askin
but like one villain told me i gotta keep an eye out like aye aye captain
cyanide capsules in my bag when i’m rollin through customs flashin
b*tch ass n*gga stop high cappin fore i fire off shots clappin the ratchet or the mac with attachments
chris jericho with the calico, big show with the magnum
god so loved a wretch like me when he cry tears rain from the sky like eric clapton
i’m fred astaire when i’m tappin
i’m ready where is it happenin
only got two passions in this life of sin and that’s f*ckin and rappin
if i lose one of those fore i turn 27 call the reverend cuz me and the devil goin dancin
two steppin with the squares, goose steppin in my cartiers, only he could imagine
3k for the ransom, 724 for the taxes we up in this b*tch throwin tantrums
if we don’t get the platinum or the back end of the racks, three blacks turn charles manson
3 tears in a bucket, f*ck it nothin to lose and i’m all action
and i don’t mind the taste of almonds, so i’m ready to start subtractions
byatch!

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