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the autopsy of captain cartier - tori peiskos lyrics

[intro: tominus & kreekcraft]
brought to you by aether network!
(gunshot)
(you f*cking with lottoboys, f*ck n*gga)
cartier, you are in no position to diss anyone. alright?
(aye jay got the 808s bumping dont he?)

you need to get off the high horse, get a little self respect. alright?
(she not that n*gga, you not that, she not that)
(phone dial)
(this is a certified phluutwt classic!)

[verse 1: tori peiskos}
her name is cartier, but we know she not that n*gga (no she not)
sitting up on siege while my pockets only getting bigger
i deliever, you just make the mеal; dont forget my straw
what i’m doing to this bum it gon devastate you all (phonе ring)

i ride with my n*ggas in tqid we get litter than a b*tch
you rode with n*ggas in cozy corner and they all racist as sh*t (what the h*ll tyler?!)
apologies for the deep cut, but you know its all in good fun
but you called my n*gga a sack of sh*t, yet somehow i’m the bum? (bum!)

you’re familar to this diss game so let me go take it up a notch
i can bring out real shooters but your ass still with them bots (b*tch!)
what ever track is you got lying around won’t bring you up from this
in fact, let me go and pass the mic; come turn this sh*t up twin!
[verse 2: kamiphobe]
kamiphobe, kamiphobe, kamiphobe
(ooh kamiphobe!)
(ooh!)
(kreekcraft laugh)

nubby number factory, way we pop them pegs (pop them pegs!)
f*ck with tyler peiskos, we gon take your f*cking leg
who the f*ck is scary francis, why you talking sh*t? (it’s ob time!)
f*ck with phluutwt, we gon pop you like a zit (gunshot)
wah wah, always sucking on my mommas tit
cartier ain’t got no hoe ain’t got no b*tch
(aww!)
(get ’em val!)

like godd*mn shut the f*ck up why you always riding d*cks?
(kreekcraft: put the fries in the bag, alright?)
i’m already tired sh*t i’m flashing like i’m blitz!
(blitz shield flash and recharge)

[verse 3: ob]
to the captain
i’m sorry that i slid, but i couldn’t just let this happen
i wanted to be friends, and i’m sure the others agree
but april 4th, 22, you chose to f*ck with me, see
i’m a nice guy, a fun one that holds great observance
i don’t mean to harass you, nor distract you from your purpose
you read those bible verses, it was psalms. don’t you remember?
56 and 3, but you revolted, i surrendered

i think i realize now, you’re a liar, nothing more
yelling, screaming, kicking, like you’re halfway through the door
you’ve taken more and more, now we’re down right to the core
it leads me to one question: are you ready for a war?

old days on dark rp, i remember it like yesterday
rubies n’ diamonds, the wrap career, all fears, gone castaway
the times we had, i can’t forget, it’s been hard re*adjusting
and you just threw them out? god, captain, you’re disgusting

also, the news reached me, you’re working at mcdonalds?
flipping patties, serving fries, are you not filled with sorrow?
and grief, despair, i win, you’re aware
cause without an album dropping, your career’s up in the air

signed to gleamfish, so i’ve heard. that’s pretty nice
just wish you would drop something, it could change your f*cking life
unfortunately the spout is drained, and now you’re unemployed
give lua some new material or your contracts in the void

[outro: tominus]
(car pulling up)
(window roll down)
(mcdonalds ambience)
thank you
oh** sh*t, is that who i think it is?
is that** cartier!?
heeey! look at that! the captain, in the flesh!
what are you doing here?
wait*
wait a seeecond
you work at** mcdonalds!?
(rich laugh)
i can’t believe it!
that’s a** uhh** bit of a fall from grace, there, isn’t it?
i swear to god, you were in the studio like a month ago, i thought?
you blew all your cash, on what?
siege credits!?
(richer laugh)
ohhhh* jesus. that’s** pathetic. wow
anyways, i have places to be, let me get my change?
(coins dropping)
thank you. thank you
and** hey
give me a receipt next time
or i’ll f*cking fire you

- tori peiskos lyrics

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