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spiked baby - what twomad saw كلمات الأغنية

[intro: spiked baby & nazelix]
saw, what twomad saw
fuh’ i needa stop messin’ up… and smokin’ crack

[verse 1: nazelix & spiked baby]
ayy
m, 40, taken
ten lines of coke on the table
meth smoke on the cable tv
we need some more weed
orgy, alone again
postpone the fent for more instead
galore of s_x and m_st_rbation
faster, pacin’ round the city, rapin’ titties
80 allegations, but i ‘on’t give a f_ck
truck full of drugs for my lungs, that’s fun
might go to oregon again for the ninth month
i like my b_tches like my drugs, white as f_ck
i hope ppl get secondhand dope smoke from me
openly, in a train station
place it around like jason, oops i mеant slender
s_x offеnder, dui, again/forever
text while gettin’ pressured by the popo and… censored
i’m like cool cat, ‘cause i love ‘em kids
i been fumblin’ since i’ve been tucked in my ____ ____ (_uck)
danglin’ ding dang showin’ to the kiddy
musty ass f_ggot crackin’ out his bas_m_nt
that’s me
tactic of goin’ on discord
avid with e_s_x and l_stin’ at a pfp, it’s more worse than ya think
i f_ckin’ stink
ruckus with my noodle, too cool for the quirky twinks
jackin off to asher roth applesauce vid’s in my locked room
c_ck gloomin’, dirty things happenin’ at my doom
groomin’ 13 year old’s cuz i’m cold_blooded, no crip
told this b_tch alyshea, “please just die!”
spiked told me, “homie can u do a feature?”
and why would i decline? this psycho is just like me
my music’s good, and well, he’s spikey
movin’ on, dikeyshea was so weak, she couldn’t even fight me
tryna f_ck with my psyche and sh_t
she wouldn’t answer, i contemplated, f_ckin’, just… quittin’
“f_ck this”, i said in my mind
zipped a line, sniffed it fine
i need a liposuction for these type of f_ckin’ ups
eat a bucket of canes sauce
smoke rocks and coke off
built like a hippopotamus, that’s part of what the problem is
this song is posthumous
longin’ sh_t for pharmacy departments, eh
jarvis? tell me how to fix my breath
and he said “ayy dawg, you’ll be fine, just smoke a sh_t ton of meth”
my right side said (no chance!)
my left said (oh yeah!)
got cracker docs sayin’ “yeah, man, this blackie dead”
practically tacklin’ the grim reaper
but i ain’t slim, g
hmf, need respect, quick
go get my meth kit
overwatch go in hand
landin’ on my last k!ll
credit where due
[verse 2: spiked baby as twomad]
he like em young, he spread his tongue
too bad the drugs got to his lung
and when the opps found him alone?
they found him f_ckin’ with a drug
i’m on fentanyl, b_tch, i can drive right through a class
i failed my exam, all ’cause i drive while being drunk
i mean, f_ck this sh_t, “school zone” up my ass
i’m on fentanyl b_tch, i can step up the gas
man, i’m worse than p. diddy, i like them better in the womb
and when the kids say they don’t like me, i keep goin’ zoom
i make the sperm bloom, i like to groom
when the little kids see me, they know it’s their doom
i bust it to b_tches on tiktok, doing them lip syncs
i like them fine ass shawties, ranging from 1 to 6
then i dial em’ up, so i can show them my di_i_
soft chord
sit in my chair, overdosing on cocaine
then we got some fent, overloading my brain
i got white flashes, right before my eyes
yet all i’m rememberin’ is 5 year olds on my thighs (really n_gga?)

[verse 3: spiked baby]
i see the skies, now twomad flies
n0body cries, and for the children it’s a prize
so what did he see? a whole lotta kid
and keep in mind all i am singing is his sh_t
so i don’t chase minors, but i know he does
too bad he down there now, he got thrown under the bus
he ain’t one of us, but he one with the kids
he sell em’ at an auction, he ask em for bids
yet soon enough, he’ll be ejecting other liquids
he openin em wide, he openin’ his eyelids
and ooh, now he goes back to the sky
then sent back down to fly, bye bye
he let out a sigh, knowing the kids are high
yet down underneath, that’s how twomad died
[bridge: nazelix]
(this is what twomad saw before he died!
this is what twomad saw before he died, yeah!
this is what twomad saw before he died!
this is what twomad saw before he died, yeah!)
ayy, twomad, i just got information from god
u_ yeah, he said you not goin’ to heaven, bro
g_ tough luck, man
(sh_t)

[outro: ?]
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- spiked baby

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