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when gods use guns - cambatta lyrics

this is what happens when gods use guns
batta
smoke!

i’m a jehovah’s witness with no arms
when it come to that dough i’ma head knock
i hit the ground running how that whip work
car flawless speeding through bed rock
i’m rafiki in a dashiki
s-x simba, i mufasa
brother lion to the king he a coon i’ma ta ta
scar him, swallow slugs like pumba
when i’m stressed out i do a woosah
i’ll flip a dub to a bird like the wu sign
them little piggies k!lled my dad out in tucson
they ain’t know that n-gga’s son was a wolf god
i burst shotties
bullet holes o.d. in the middle of your body like the word body
this a purge party
i’ma bring the can in like its byob but i thirst hardly
ima burn marley over your body
puff, drop ash on tee like irv gotti
ink murder like cephalopod poison
my voice is just weaponized noises, batta
i was born on july 21st
if i shoot you and you live you a cancer survivor
i’ll burn a mac in your back
like the dead black comedian’s ambulance driver
i screw ratchet hoes for the nut
and then bolt to twist up please hand me the pliers
you got a sack? i’ma make you all red
put a cap to your head like santa’s attire
the devil’s just god in a ski mask
leave you stiff for the base like freeze tag
red dots when i squeeze mags
batta turn a pale face to a f-cking j-panese flag
that sh-t sound mike tyson on a speed bag
bbbrbrbrbbrbrbbrbrbrb you can keep that
shots r-ct-m, l1ck l1ck they eat -ss
your red blood looks so pretty on green gr-ss
i’m ’bout dollars i’m cross seas like cent signs
i send shots across heads like lent time
my trigger is a cl-toris i hit a g spot
anytime my finger get to fl1cking it’s a s-x crime
i’m circ-mcised
but i’m ’bout to have my foreskin re-attached so i can fit the work inside
or i put a zipper on my scr-t-m
the cops come i fill it up with c0ka
i’ll take a hit of acid to the face like a misbehaved arab woman
crush a couple qualudes in a pack of puddin
i wait til she go to sleep then i smash her p-ss in
hit it so good she wake up she glad she took it
cops blasting bullets
they can give black man a red neck, n-gga that’s an afro mullet
my plug is like a couch cuz he has the kush in
but he don’t let me in the kitchen when that crack is cooking
i want a bugatti like mickey ward’s fans
my wrist game so strong like i got 4 hands
i’ll restructure the floor plan of the lord’s land
if i have to waste another day as a poor man
b-tch i’m too lit
i’ma dilate my nostrils and hit this 8 ball like a pool stick
sniff sniff snort ooh sniff
whip whip whip, i need a new wrist
the deuce spit at you dudes with loose lips
then i jet with a goon dough like bruce did
f-ck a consequence no q-tip
young x boomer to your back i’m a new pit
i’m a stoner like a caveman
i can hold a blunt and light it with the same hand
i can break down gl-ss and make sand
i can see the words in the numbers like rain man
when you pray you end it with an amen
when god pray he end it an a-cam
i can stare straight at the sun with no rayban
all that bull sh-t in the bible’s a straight scam
generate, operate, destroy
my job description on this planet i’m employ
if eve ate the apple i’m a f-cking android
satan whispered in my ear when i was just a little boy
told me step out from the silence get adjusted to the noise
k!ll them psychologically like i was studying with freud
n-gga they stuck me in a void
gods grab guns when they’re annoyed

- cambatta lyrics

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