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kleenex girl wonder - coda كلمات أغنية

yo, matt cutter! (yeah, i like this)
graham smith! it’s the mothaf_cking coda!
(get ready) we’re going straight through, no chorus on this one
(yeah) check it out

in shootouts mothaf_ckas get shootouts, stomach punch make you spit your food out, say ooh like umlauts
make a room bounce like it had rubber walls, three strikes like b_tterball, you drop gutter b_lls
y’all need discipline, i’m tired like michelin of people not listening, i’m giving them the business
sick like syphilis, matt gets wild, give me weed and i’m jolly like old saint nicholas
inimitable, incredible, indefatigable, half_animal, half_mеchanical, _n_log cannibal
day tripper, sometimes i follow thе sun, my flows make epileptics straight swallow they tongues
a volatile young turk straight from the heartland, get sh_tty like a bar band
disguise like darkman, god d_mn, i get stupid like luther van dam, got french b_tches up in clubs doing the can_can
snack and mozzarella and cheddar cheese, got money like [?] charlemagne
i got no time for baller games, got trees like arbor day, ain’t living on a farmer’s pay
but got silos where i grow my hydro and store enough guns to turn a fistfight to shiloh
but why though? ‘cuz i got a wicked mean streak, spit automatic static till tape machines leak
these greens speak for me, i’m a mouthpiece, any song without me is just plain lousy
the weed makes me drowsy, still i got the fortress, my cortex blast like vortex, northwest to southeast
i do drugs like the f_ckin’ lotus eaters, my purple ‘fros floats on notes through both speakers
with no sneakers, matt barefoot and pregnant, with hip hop’s baby as i hit you with a headb_tt
rude and indignant, i crush you in my hand like a peanut, then shoot the crumbs with a machine gun
if i seen one rapper, i seen ’em all, i see ’em rising and i’ll see ’em fall
but matt walks ten feet tall, i beat y’all all the same, rappers better flee when i call out their name
they’re weak like scenes from a mall, i mean it y’all, and if you got beef we can brawl
i go all out like nuclear fallout, tear the wall out if you talk sh_t, then my foot will meet with your b_lls
it’s time for action, the iron_handed fascist exacts his revenge on your family and friends, don’t swing that hatchet
you better bury it, b_tch, i’m the sun, helios ridin’ cross the sky in my chariot
you like my style so much, why don’t you marry it, bite heads off like ozzy, it ain’t even getting hairy yet
hip_hop’s been under the influence ever since this matt cutter sh_t commenced
omnipotence, why all y’all be impotent? hit you with this and you black out like window tints
on my ford probe, an old navy wardrobe, when you poor souls check soundscan say four souls
nasty like p_rno, stick girls in both holes, sh_t so cold, f_ck it! i’ll spit morse code
tell the bank to foreclose on your house ‘cuz i’ll stick you for your homeowners loan
no bone to pick with any biters riding my d_ck, ‘cuz at least that means there someone out there buying my sh_t and getting into me
still the illest trapper in captivity, the captain of the industry, returning what you give to me, like tennis matches
but also like i got a gift reciept, bring your sh_t back shrinkwrapped, exchange it for the smith cd
‘cuz only one rapper making it hype, all day and night, only one kickin’ it tight, gettin’ it right
there’s only one rapper popping sh_t that i like, and as for who it is, well, his spit’s on my mic
yeah, you see how that works? we get f_cking graham smith up in here doing the track, and me, matt motherf_cking cutter rapping on it, as sh_t just f_cking goes off. you know, i don’t, i don’t give a motherf_ck about any of you. i mean, i_ i don’t, i could f_cking care less. i will f_cking k!ll you, i will seriously f_cking k!ll you. i don’t care if you’re f_cking with me, or graham smith, or f_ckin’ rafeeq hasan, christian goodwilli_ f_cking goodwillie, kris voss, jeff f_cking giba, adam f_cking blake, paul harris, f_cking justin [?], f_cking, any of us man any of the f_cking kleenex girl wonder kids, if you f_cking with us, [?] matt cutter is going to f_cking beat the living sh_t out of you, f_cking come into your house and f_cking… be straight rude to you, f_cking slap you, and then f_cking shoot your f_cking dog, f_cking, make you f_cking l!ck your dog’s f_cking b_lls, ‘cuz i don’t really give a f_ck, you know? i’m matt f_cking cutter, it doesn’t really matter, i don’t give a f_ck about any of you. but sh_t, when smith hooks up this track, man, it’s f_cking golden, you know what i’m saying? but this the end of the mothaf_ckin’ smith album, i hope y’all enjoyed this sh_t, i know we f_cking enjoyed making it. smith and sh_t… f_cking, f_cking everybody. we out, yo
(oh sh_t, that was off the hook!)

- kleenex girl wonder

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