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the cenobites - hot crib promo pt2 كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: cage]
just a little f_cking taste, you know what i’m saying
off this sh_t check me out, you know what i’m saying
it’s like_i got half a seed to eat
my mind is kind of morbid, as a kid was forbid
to keep worshipping this, so i got more vicious than he did
eyes on you, true i never lacked the guts
before the, hair on my nuts i smoke up newports to the b_tts
in case you haven’t noticed, your mom’s could f_cking blow this
i’m barely in reality splattered i’m out of atomy
made with bl__dy puppy dog tails i’m seeing trails
and there’s f_cking dead on she_males, i dig a prop with all nails
hey lucy in the sky, took a diamond, broke the hymen
on, ??? gave it a half_a_push, then blood gushed
seriously damaged, my thoughts, ???
caught my mom’s around the block to let her know i f_cking hate her
sprayed a, hippie f_g, like a, ???
i’m never out of buddha sack, or track backed with p. funk
my eyes, never f_cking quiver when i sliver
turn north street to my godd_mn bl__dy river
give a, slash, when its gashed, hit the wh0re place
don’t, ??? cos i jux my fits at north face
periodically, i find’s myself into sodomy
need’s a lobotomy, got’s no bottom gee
may k!ll as i laugh’s through f_cking thrillers
hit the tab spot, grab a sheet and put it on my fillings
the, fist f_cker l!ck the gravy off the knuckles
sucking out your bl__dy p_ss’ more flavors than chuckles
god f_cking father don, get the f_ck on
and let these motherf_ckers know we rip them on to five in the morn’
[verse 2: godfather don]
check it, check check, check, check it n_gga
check check, hey check, ahem_check it n_gga
this_a_bigger, me bigger, see it’s a n_gga
he hits about a hundred motherf_cker_suckers wait, ???
get a holll_ooow_oooh, who’s legit
when you and your friend bite loops that are sent, bobbito you dig it son
i’m a higher pinnacle like a rabbinical student
who’s moving through, verses and scriptures
cursing to rip you, with turns in the mixture, ???
you’re seeking to die punk
a lyrical articulatory even my stories are glory let’s get gory i’m sorry i’m odd_ly
i blow like dust and might burn to particles, ???
pardon you, trying to break through like jim morrison
it’s, sin and horror some when, sk!lls fall my tongue
among’s another one for hung a cerebum
flinging dungarees one of me’ll smoke eternities
we, ask w_lly wonka, tonka, i’m a disintegrate
your style, your style, your style
while your isle smiles at me
with piles that be, u.t.t.e.r
g sparks the mic like a r_t_rd
now it’s like that, with a fat sack yo
cage, spark the sh_t in the back, yeah
chillin, chillin, yeah, stretch on the track

- the cenobites

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