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chaotick - mugshot lyrics

[chorus]
voice going flat like a curb stomp
shape my wood, do it blindfolded, yeah, bird box
by the third shot, rhythm intense, my courage pops
like the mugshots, flash, back with the third song
take a mugshot, murder spree, now they all gone

[verse]
yeah, b_tch, bird box, f_ck it, bird house
getting wood like a herb crop, leave and burst out
writing non stop, never stopping, in the c_ckpit while crashing into waves while yelling “aw sh_t, aw f_ck”
got the tourette’s, on the third set of my shots
i’m bout burst in with the props
yeah b_tch i’m thirsting for some thots
my minds absurd, yes, but bout to give it all that i got
binaural music filled with the thoughts
i think i’m done with the music that flops
b_tch i’m bout pop, huh
got a million h_llions to drop, yeah, they fell but i’m not
i’m a top dog, smoking f_ckloads of pot at the back bus
bus driver’s f_cking jaw dropped, but it’s okay cuz it medicates the leather inside of my
drop top, f_ck it i don’t own sh_t but plastic guns and fake clips
i’m all that and a bag of the chips
grabbing a knife and then stabbing it in
the poltergeist, i follow you till i win
breaking the ice, f_cking hammer to your chin
i do not you like it when you try to defend
all of that sh_t, i’m on a whim, i am the remedy, you’re a toxin, i am a god, yeah, pay for sins
so you’re outgoing i guess, i must confess, i don’t really believe you people are getting anything but rest
i been thinking like it’s chess, “how long till i am the best?”
b_tch, i been f_cking up lately, but i’m coming for the heads
i am a little annoyed, so i’m gonna make you dead
i’m gonna make you fed with all of the sh_t you said
you looking a bit upset cuz you look like anna rex, see i
think i am the best and you are tryna protest

coming in the minute you f_ckers are talking trash
yeah i’m coming to kick your asses and kick you outta the class
you’re tied up in a lasso, i’m leaving you on the tracks
all the hustle and bustle today is gonna k!ll you fast
i f_cking recommend that you run ‘fore i finish you
the illiterate spit you blew can go all on your tennis shoe
this is fire like satan’s room, but i spring up and blossom too
i’ma end up on top of you, look at the fury y’all have brewed
why you looking at me like i’m savage? sure i got the battle axe but i grabbed it so i would have it
it’s scary on top my mattress, cuz all of my friends are capping
like the heart up in my stomach i am bursting for some action
i am hurting for attraction, aka the f_cking slapping
my hands and attracted to your face, whether punching or smacking
you ain’t coming to my luncheon, b_tch, it is not gonna happen
you get what is my cabinet, spices and f_cking radishes
i’ve not met a madder b_tch, but i have had badder b_tch
yes i am f_cking on your sis, now i have addresses
take your head and then bash it into a wall and then grab a wrench
find your pulse and then clamp on it, tug on it till your losing skin
tug on it till your bruising it, do it till there’s no bpm
find your soul, then i’m reapin it, p_ss on your grave, you’ll sleep in p_ss
acid to your skull seeping in, like the bench when you sleep on it
gravity pulling you through sh_t, lyrical assault blew this b_tch

(chorus)
voice going flat like a curb stomp
shape my wood, do it blindfolded, yeah, bird box
by the third shot, rhythm intense, my courage pops
like the mugshots, flash, back with the third song
take a mugshot, murder spree, now they all gone
voice going flat like a curb stomp
shape my wood, do it blindfolded, yeah, bird box
by the third shot, rhythm intense, my courage pops
like the mugshots, flash, back with the third song
take a mugshot, murder spree, now they all gone

- chaotick lyrics

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