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citizen cold - smashing lyrics
fat -ss women on my tracks call em trains
i got a f-cking headache from all of the brain
d-ck head still sore call that sh-t a migraine
it’s hard as a rock call my p-n-s dwayne
bang bang bang
hit em with the triple fl1ck the nipple
cold and pointy as a f-cking icicle
your d-ck looking floppy like f-cking dill pickle
it looks so shriveled yeah it’s gnarled and little
fat -ss b-tches
there’s no way i’m tryna get that
they come around and sit on me
and snap me like a kit kat
yeah i ain’t from the city
rapping sh-tty like i’m riff raff
i write a rhyme don’t make a dime
now you can go and kiss that
yeah listen to my rap game listen to me stutter
my flow is so smooth can’t believe it’s not b-tter
get around on the track and ill hear you just sputter
when you get behind the mic all i hear is just a mutter
i really can’t hear you, can you hate a little louder
wowzer, dude i’m just boss like bowser
your girl keep on tryna-get. what’s in my trousers
keep her far away from me
so that i don’t arouse her
it’s heating up- bonfire
duck down- gunfire
making stacks- high flyer
giggity giggity-quagmire
turning up the amplifier
slowing down- popped tire
blow me like a blowdryer
getting moist- humidifier
i bet you’re probably thinking there’s a chorus to this song
well this is all you get, it’s one verse that’s really long
if you play the song back you can prolly sing along
i’m gunning down the lyrics like i’m k!lling vietcong
i’m with your girl buying supper
cause i just dented her bumper
that’s not the only thing i’m smashing cause you know imma f-ck her
like when i knocked up your mother
when we were under the covers
and i was not wearing rubbers
soon you’ll have another brother
this is my fire
i spit it, its dire
i’m just making these
old white rappers retire
you’re out- umpire
reload-misfire
didn’t make the qualifier
suck on your pacifier
smoking high end gr-ss through the gl-ss
and we chilling with the girls with the nicest -ss
you know we hanging round just have ourselves blast
move, move, moving on like puff puff p-ss
and you know exactly why we don’t skip cl-ss
we gotta get the money to pay for our gas
and i know you didn’t ask but i know you won’t last
so i just try to chill and i lean back
yeah i’m un-f-ck-withable
i. am. the realest-that’s entirely disputable
my style is so original jk its f-cking typical
you’re dealing with an untrained and rouge individual
i bet you’re probably thinking there’s a chorus to this song
well this is all you get, it’s one verse that’s really long
if you play the song back you can prolly sing along
i’m gunning down the lyrics like i’m k!llin vietcong
i’m with your girl buying supper
cause i just dented her bumper
that’s not the only thing i’m smashing cause you know imma f-ck her
like when i knocked up your mother
when we were under the covers
and i was not wearing rubbers
soon you’ll have another brother
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