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cumdaddies - get amped! كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
kicking over the gas can with my white trash band
make ya fight like a caveman, ya understand?
central flame with the speaker ‘cause man, this beat is a heater
we just get meaner and meaner, taking your rhymes to the cleaners
brain f_cking insane, that’s why we’re back in the game
it’s in your ears where we came, osama’s back with hussein
‘bout to blow like nitroglycerine
and if it’s y’all first time hearing, you’re not listening
the rap game’s a sh_t stain with phony flows and names
all the flavors [?] so now the pharaoh stakes his claim
beats commit murder, our rhymes take it further
sneak in your hearts like murmurs and bust like chest bursters
get smacked like tina turner
we’re fat like hamburgers
your girl thinks we’re perverts, she’s squirting for our service
so hot the f_cking thermos that i purchased isn’t working
f_cking circus gone berserk just like your cervix with my worm and then you’re hurting for the squirting
reoccurring [?] when you observe us and we flourish
y’all are hermits and you’re nervous, in my verse i see you squirming
but you servants just preserve us ‘cause you service with a purpose
a resurgence for disturbance

[verse 2]
we screaming “got bud,” roasted fat_ass blunts
scrub status, lay the baddest, man, i’m slamming some up
got a forty in the back pocket, rocking some jncos
flowing this flow like guided lines for the pencil
bottom line i’m a ride_or_die, rearrange your frame like a 9 milli modified
traumatized before the homicide, sodomize
[?] let up [?] rowdy giggety got away the bullsh_t you’re pulling, right
you look like elmer fudd with your pictures in the trapper
when we see you in the hood, you’re f_cking p_ssing in your pants
rolling with the cumdaddies in a stolen old caddy
blazing up on four fatties, b_tches wanna throw panties
haters wanna hate but the beef is like soy patty
i won’t let ‘em spill a drop from my [?]
it’s time to format it, executioner holds mallet, i’m a pro at it
catching them froze, panic

[verse 3]
[?] back making these wack raps
nothing more than bending over, taking over fast cr_ps
a verse to line, map it out before i smack your mouth with arsons, but pardon, sorry one second
my sh_t is so distorted
this is only one portion
insert a few more schemes, a revised version
b_tches need to understand cumdaddies will never end
i ain’t your friend, your funeral i’ll attend
a ride or die like mind, we don’t need no alibis
come and try to tantalize
i’ll stab you with a spoon and scoop your eyes
rappers dropping like flies when they antagonize
paralyzing my sight, they can’t metabolize
got your eyes on my words, you just can’t _n_lyze
you can’t handle the lies on how you lived your lives
stereo ain’t sh_t if you’re not bumping our cd
dopest sh_t coming from the underground of indie
uh, yeah, haha, the cumdaddies are back
pharaoh, p bl__dy, slashmastacid
aiyo, this sh_t h_lla hard, homie

[outro]
what you have just witnessed was the only three songs that cumdaddies had managed to record for what was destined to be the greatest album to ever grace the earth
now what you’re about to hear is the story told beyond the studio and in tuned into this catastrophe that all of humankind had been consumed by
welcome to the acoctolypse

- cumdaddies

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