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big mauer - scatter brain كلمات أغنية

[intro]
i felt horrible letting you go off without any leftovers
yo, yo, big mauer, crysco, cocaine, leftovers

[verse 1: big mauer]
you know me you know i keep that chrome on my hip
beef with me when i’m in your town you better f_cking split (run)
get the leftovers to visit leave you needing a stitch (ouch)
grab my forty_five so i can flip over that hot sh_t

grab my mask forty_fives, duffel, and tapes
can’t forget my pens don’t make no mistake
i got it figured out like an escaped inmate
you know we cook it up on the hot plate
flip the stack like a fresh baked hoe cake
i’m the one in billion snowflake with the same shape

rattle can in my right knuckles on my left
masked up backpack stuffed from all the f_cking theft
hold you up in the vinyl factory got you pressed

start adlibbing like i’m on a westside gunn album (boo boo boo boo boooom)
start bad tripping like i ate some expired cow tongue (ugh)
my sh_t too good i’d rate you somewhere in the middle malcolm
i’ll sell you a brick and dip only for you to realize it was talcum
[verse 2: mc cocaine]
jonesing bad for that peanut b_tter and shmelly
saw your wife while i was watching the telly
got a gut reaction to wanna kick her in the belly
it’s getting hot in here somebody turn on the nelly

dipping the duloxetine on a doctor’s tongue depressor
ginormous line laid out on the top of my dresser
grabbed the cellular phone better not message her
fold like a cheap suit under all the pressure
not enough confidence that i can reassure her
the bloodstains are still wet from all of the murder
murder murder murder mo_murder mo_murder murder
grabbing my d_ck like a twisted sheep herder (bahhhh)

stab wound stuck with a b_tter knife
slow blunt attempt to end your life
better just spread some b_tter all over your wife
got her slipping sliding all over my c_ck
ring her bell like a censored video on tiktok (ding_dong)
skin her ass alive like a sheep from my flock
your next memory the cops on your door doing the knock knock
finger f_cking your wife while i’m thinking about my glock

keeping it hot like the barrel in your mouth
her knees bleeding bad from going down south
face down ass up on the couch
squeeze off a clip to her f_cking guts (brddrah bradh)
only f_ck with the bimbos and fake sl_ts
the ones who pretend to gobble all my nuts (gobble gobble gobble)
get dirt naps in holes dug by my mutts

burry you with the kitty litter and the tootsie rolls
under the flower garden next to my ceramic trolls
dig up what’s left and cook it over some hot coals

hawaiian style barbecue with some nuts and guts
tickle the vernacular on multiple sl_ts
no sense given along with zero f_cks
back up over you with my four by four trucks (verum verum)

do a smoking burnout all over your corpse
little known fact, i’m the son of a horse
thor’s hammer on my side straight out of norse
hands on your girls’ hooters, but they’re feeling h_lla course

back to doing lines of smack
got me feeling the geek like the f_cking whack attack
big mac, tic tac, foot massage, heart attack
never bet on red, only green and never black (never black)

[verse 3: crysco]
it’s crysco, you know who it is hoe
my b_tch arch the back and then i sniff snow
i got different ways to double fist those
chocolate like w_lly wonka
i’m big, get me the whole pizza a tonka
i’m impractical the way i want ya

to meet me by the steeple and bring my peephole
doesn’t aim and blast ya in the face hoe
akimbo bimbos on my nuts after them are the sl_ts
riding in the front passenger seat
to kfc to eat and meet your mom and drop a load in her cl_toral hood
while tripping on my toad, gripping my chrome eight inch c_ck
while blasting hoes with my nine millimeter glock

[verse 4: big mauer]
big mauer in the black
roll up stab ya in the back
hit you in the head to the ground with my bat
drive off in the scat pack
license plate, big mauer, catch that
rolling with a bag of cash stacks
listen to that again react fast

weed on my writing paper
steal your money to tip my waiter
you can’t flip my sh_t skater
mask up on my head got me itching
catch me a big boy up in the kitchen
i got my tapes like burgers flipping
got my grill scr_pes on the forty_five, i’m different

limping like oswald cobblepot got my cane
stash that sh_t in a bowl chow mein
scars on my face you know the real pain
he sees that sh_t tweaking off the strain
light that money up like butane
run up like tupac sn_tch a real chain (give me that sh_t)
slam your ass down blood on the wood grain
my pops kick your ass fast, that’s cocaine
f_ck with me i’ll melt your face like two face acid rain
classic sh_t like freestyle rap and choke cellophane
one, two, three links on my neck, no golden chain
count them again, blow your mind, scatterbrain

[outro: mc cocaine]
random sodomization of your mom’s v_g_n_l nation
hit the cl_toral region take flight like a buried a virgin
you girl on her back, my c_ck on her forehead, she worshiping
double trouble for your mom’s chocolate motherf_cking truffle
_n_l ease is a must, so her sphincter don’t buckle

- big mauer

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