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cosmic radiation - bleaux lyrics

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(intro)
yeah, step back in the booth here
see man you can get smacked down at any moment by that cosmic radiation of alpha particles, gamma rays. hit you straight from outer sp*ce

(chorus)
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation

(verse 1)
i run it like an athlete
keep it poppin like some acne
leak ya like fat boy at a track meet
boy you’ll never pass me

white rappers be like “rappin assassins
puff puff and pass it with some addicts”
motherf*ck i’m above the average

goofy like i’m mister bean
party like i’m mister sheen
lookin like i’m mister clean
smack you out like mister t

miss me with your miseries
kiss your kids and misses please
it’s no mystery…
hahahaha b*tch it’s me
(chorus)
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation

(verse 2)
my lady like me because i treat her well
she got me under her finger and her p*ssy spell
if i have to k!ll for what i love then ill see you in h*ll
one things for a fact i’m not taking that l

i’m back actin like a savage you have a disadvantage
been lookin for a challenge, yall been talking average
lookin for that safe passage yall been walking backwards
smart chick with an accent, b*tch ill toss your salad (haha)

(chorus)
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation
it’s that cosmic radiation, cosmic radiation

(outro)
hahaha oh man
i made this whole thing in a f*ckin hour
yall better come up with some better ideas
ain’t coming up with any ideas
i’m a producer kickin yalls ass
(boom)

why so?

why have you been so sad
why have you been so mad
why don’t get you get mo glad

f*ck with me
f*ck with me
f*ck with me
f*ck with me

see me now? i’m at the top of my game
most of yall wanna go blow out my brains
every single one of you soundin the same
six car pile up, don’t swerve in my lane

gas you up, gas you up, gas you up, please
i burn so hot ill bring you to your knees

f*ck with me, f*ck with me
f*ck with me, f*ck with me

why have you been so sad
why have you been so mad
why don’t you get mo glad
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

microphone check em
i don’t not respect em
i pump so much bass
it’ll spill your intestines

blood on your feet
no easily stepping
just step to the beat
or there will be a beheading

blood is so sweet no need to be negative
headed to the street with freddie no sedative
i am the god of chaos

why don’t you just get like me?
why don’t you just take my st**z?
why don’t you just sound like me?
why don’t you just take it all from me?

why have you been so sad
why have you been so mad
why don’t get you get mo glad

f*ck with me
f*ck with me
f*ck with me
f*ck with me

(outro)
sh*t is hand made baby, sh*t is hand made
where the f*ck you been lately, where the f*ck you been
sh*t is hand made baby, sh*t is hand made
where the f*ck you been lately, where the f*ck you been

- bleaux lyrics

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