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wic kids - inhumane كلمات أغنية

[intro]
stir crazy!

[verse 1: illtemper]
should have never gave this s_x slave owner a flamethrower
ain’t sober, topped off in a soccer mom’s range rover
until my plain yogurt does an esophagus takeover
then when i left sprayed lubricants on her brake rotors
think expectations high? got my salad tossed by air bud
gave up faith way before i lost my prayer rug
head covered in gas shootin’ off a flare gun
third degree face burns, can’t believe the cost of hair plugs

[verse 2: king gordy]
i’m beatin’ b_tchеs out ’til they’re bleedin’ out
i’m peein’ on her couch and now shе needs a couch
i’m beatin’ up her spouse and now he’s freakin’ out
put her cleavage in my mouth with my peter out
put s_m_n in her crotch, knocked her beaver out
now she’s bringing up the cops, i think i’m leavin’ now
now i’m fleein’ up the block, think i seen a house
a bad b_tch was in, kicked in it, i ain’t leavin’ now

[chorus: donnie menace]
stay clear if you see me with a deranged frown
or you’ll be found dead, tied up, layin’ face down (face down!)
stay out late ’round terrible people
you are the company you keep, the wic kids stay foul! (stay foul!)
stay clear if you see me with a deranged frown
or you’ll be found dead, tied up, layin’ face down (face down!)
stay out late ’round terrible people
you are the company you keep, the wic kids stay foul! (stay foul!)
[verse 3: grewsum]
i was watching this pixar movie
the mom was lookin’ thick with her lips all juicy
tits all big, large hips, my d_ck starts moving
and flashed into the milf next to me
she gripped onto it, sent all the kids to their rooms
and got d_cked down to this dark music
jesus! the couch smells like there’s p_ss all through it
so i rubbed her face in it like a b_tch dog, ruthless

[verse 4: donnie menace]
the most disgusting of heathens
if i hustle to fiends, i post up at recovery meetings
who you judgin’? f_ck your beliefs
y’all listen up to a preacher, from my voice that’s probably a d_ck that sucking boy p_n_s
listen, i’m a vile douchebag, catch me at your bm’s crib
watchin’ martin while eatin’ your child’s fruit snacks
your life? you’ll lose that, i’ll prove that
when the tool blasts, you in the obituaries, that’s a news flash!

- wic kids

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