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cyanide and silicone – crawl space كلمات اغاني

(whoo, yeah, dude)

[hook x4]
i ain’t lying, dead cops in my bas_m_nt

[verse 1]
check my chat logs online
keep a buck_knife on the waistline
brin be used to the wasteland life
so me and dale take your life
yes, we pack gun, tag a thick tongue
bonafide fried ass cheek meat on the taste buds
jack risked it all on titanic you dumbass b_tches
if your ship was sinking too aren’t you thinking that you would panic?
c_ck the f_cking gun and blast the knees off of a mannequin
at dillards, i’m number 13 like millard fillmore
swerving in a jeep, the beep boys got the shmeat
and i’m really gonna smackle my salami on your t__th
brian doеsn’t mean to ever do this sh_t on purposе
i’m just stealing purses
burping zachy shirtless at the f_cking circus
every now and then i’m going psycho
leave my ass alone and do not touch it unless you try to
take your bicycle and your push start car parked in your backyard
watch joey wreck the bike in your front yard
got poison ivy nuggets growing in a bucket
at my cousins, every now and then i pluck em and say f_ck it
f_ck it, smoking leaves of three will get you puffin
pretty soon your feeling nothing
so i point the f_cking gun and smoke your nugget with it
[hook x4]
i ain’t lying, dead cops in my bas_m_nt

[verse 2]
blue jeans, popping two beans
driving in a two seat police chief wagon from the 50’s
new meat for your new b_tch
living like she never got a hot tard c_ck on her cool t__th
i switch the flow up, stab a mother f_cker and let out a boa_
constrictor in your family home
shouldn’t have been a h0m_ around a cobra
dale’s been funny since college
it doesn’t take a lot but i like a lot b_tch
i really go dumb when i shoot the wrong b_tch
it’ll take time for me to stop this
suckle on my b_lls and get off my c_ck b_tch
locking the bas_m_nt, they calling a locksmith
tear your ass up like some betty crock mix
serve your ass up with some chinese chop sticks, uh
uh, she wanted a murderer
uh, she got what she wanted
uh, she wanted a murderer
so i point the gun at your head
rambo strapped back with the lead
and enough ammo stacked back in the shed
off with their heads, off, off with their heads
roll around in the grass till my f_cking backs red
chill out one minute, slapping your face your hat be spinning
slipping the slag in the f_cking kitchen
wonder what brian’s making for dinner?
at dale’s house, man there’s no silverware
eating with my fingers
i be slopping and gagging, i need some silverware
(whoo, yeah, dude)

[hook x8]
i ain’t lying, dead cops in my bas_m_nt

- cyanide and silicone

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