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the mixtape - bryce breckenridge lyrics

the mixtape lyrics
[intro: bryce breckenridge]
aye yo…
i got mothef*ckers tellin’ me
that i can’t rap my ass off
that i can’t make a motherf*cking statement
well, this is how i do it:
you load the f*cking clip
then, you c*ck the f*cking gun (gun c*cking)
and then, you say ‘hi!”
(gun shots) (people screaming)

[chorus: fade]
walk into the night, i’m beaming like i’m scotty
looking for a fight but i’m not big into karate
cannot find the light, you can say illum*in*not*y [illuminati]
before the final beam of white becomes disembodied
you’ve been getting sick of riding up in shotty
the gauge says 12, cobain’s pituitary body
make your final wish, meet gods no annunaki
buckle up your seatbelt, i’ma crash the maserati

[verse 1: fade]
ooh, so d*mn clean
bеtcha’ never thought my flow was so d*mn mean
yеah, whatcha’ think about me?
i could be the only motherf*cker that can de*crown me
yeah, catching bodies, and breakfast parties at town hall
you can probably get less streams with promo
i’ve been making hits, but keep it on the down low
if you wanna play these games, pick up the console
yeah, where i’m from, these little kids try to act tall
people talk but it seems like a f*cking mouth full
jump off the gun, i’m graduating with this .22
your whole team’s gone, now it’s just gonna be me and you
when it’s over, it’s just another day
deep sh*t, introverted, his dawg’s name is ‘j’
been watching for a minute now i think it’s time to play
you stupid c*nt, next time you’re on your knees, you better pray
[chorus: fade]
walk into the night, i’m beaming like i’m scotty
looking for a fight but i’m not big into karate
cannot find the light, you can say illum*in*not*y [illuminati]
before the final beam of white becomes disembodied
you’ve been getting sick of riding up in shotty
the gauge says 12, cobain’s pituitary body
make your final wish, meet gods no annunaki
buckle up your seatbelt, i’ma crash the maserati

[verse 2: bryce breckenridge]
my entire record’s what i’m playin’ on cassette
i’ma feed you offensive sh*t when the tape’s in the deck
filling your f*ckin’ chest up, just like nasal congest
i’m the type of rapper that makes you rage and depressed
you f*ckin’ f*ggot, i say that line to make you upset
it’s what happens when p*ssies combine *n*l with s*x
f*ckin’ politicians, they got the mouth of a thousand b*tches
they keep talkin’ sh*t, like the guy that’s dating your ex
if you don’t like me and still watch me, b*tch you’re a fan
i ‘ve got better sh*t to do than fall from the hoover dam
than to do the bag of shrooms and die from a miligram
i’m still the man with a iller plan to k!ll the villain’s clan
riding down the f*ckin’ highway like i’m the joker
backseat in the cop car when i got pulled over
this the type of sh*t i do if i don’t keep my composure
you might just end up in h*ll, dead or in jail, f*cked when bent over, i’ma
[chorus: fade]
walk into the night, i’m beaming like i’m scotty
looking for a fight but i’m not big into karate
cannot find the light, you can say illum*in*not*y [illuminati]
before the final beam of white becomes disembodied
you’ve been getting sick of riding up in shotty
the gauge says 12, cobain’s pituitary body
make your final wish, meet gods no annunaki
buckle up your seatbelt, i’ma crash the maserati

[outro: fade]
aye, uh, i love hoping for a new day
i’ve been begging so i guess i can’t be choosy
too much talk about your uzi
be a f*cking man before i say it’s too late
yeah, level with me for a sec
i can’t believe that i am a wreck
yeah, had to get off my set
yeah, had to go and show em all of my best (yeah)

- bryce breckenridge lyrics

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