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scatr - deamons lyrics
[verse 1: scatr]
i bet you money there’s a deamon deep inside of everybody. even i get kinda hungry when i see a couple honeys
walk up in the club and start flashin’ a couple hundies. so i say my name is scatr, i’d like to attack your c-nt please
just a little bit of vagina lickin’ and flickin’, got you kickin’ and twitchin’ and rippin’ up the f-ckin’ linens
i’ll wait till your finished to pull out my d-ck and stick it in it, then i’ll hit it like popeye after eatin’ some f-ckin’ spinach
and you can be olive as long as you can gobble all of it, and swallow it cause i don’t like havin’ to see a model spit
thats the kinda mommy i think i wanna be f-ckin’ with, but i’m not gonna have my heart broken the f-ck apart again
so for the moment, all i’m tryin’ to do is get a few digits, so i can call a few b-tches, get em’ lit and stick my d-ck in it
after i finish, i’ll show her the road and tell her to hit it. i’ll give her a little pebble and tell her to f-ckin’ kick it
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cause b-tches come and go because i treat em’ like a f-ckin’ pro
pay em’ for their services and tell em’ to hit the f-ckin’ road
cause i don’t need no baby momma drama callin’ on the phone
when i’m in the studio and rippin’ on the microphone
[verse 2: skatr]
i’m slick when i pick up b-tches, lick em’ stick em’ then i ditch em’ quick cause if i don’t they fallow me around, always hungry for that d-ck
little b-tches always beggin’ to play, rubbin’ their t-tties on my sh-t. i know my pr-ck is big be truth be told i’m just a big pr-ck
so listen here b-tches, if you want my sh-t, you can jump on it. keep bouncin’ up and down, i’ll reach around and start to rub your cl-t
i’ll bust a nut inside your guts sit back and watch your p-ssy spit. in a couple a months you’ll be callin’ me up sayin’ your knocked up oh sh-t!
what are we gonna do? i can’t be havin’ a f-ckin’ kid with you. what are you f-ckin’ stupid? (no) i’m not gonna f-ckin’ marry you
i wish somebody woulda told me that there was something so wrong with you. you better get rid of that baby before i do something (i know) i don’t wanna do
i’ll have to buy a coat hanger made of wire cause all of mine are plastic. maybe i’ll just set your house on fire they’ll find you in the attic
they’ll probably tell me you smelled the smoke and you paniced, ran upstairs like a dumb b-tch. it was just like i planned it
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cause b-tches come and go because i treat em’ like a f-ckin’ pro
pay em’ for their services and tell em’ to hit the f-ckin’ road
cause i don’t need no baby momma drama callin’ on the phone
when i’m in the studio and rippin’ on the microphone
[verse 3: skatr]
now let me break it down a little bit so i can tell you bout’ what i’m all about so please allow me to slow it down
please don’t get me wrong and don’t let me give you the wrong impression. its not like i hate every b-tch, just the ones who don’t act like women
now to get back to what i was talking about. the fact of the matter’s i hammer b-tches makin’ em’ scream and shout
hear em’ pout when i bounce without a cuddle, f-ck em’ i’m out. peel out in the whip with the windows down and the sterio loud
your god d-mn right, you better believe i wanna cause a scene and make sure everybody around see’s that it’s me that’s leavin’
come back and sign the skid mark i left, p.s. i hope you stop breathin’ god d-mn piece of sh-t c-nt b-tch, your good for nethin’
but i’m not insane or psycotic, there’s a reason why i feel this way. it’s like i make it rain everyday that i wanna cry
but i’m not talkin’ about the weather, i’m throwin’ cash money in the sky so it falls at the feet of the most beautiful stripper alive
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