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experiment 626 (sick too sick) - devon brent lyrics

got a whip, got a whip fit for a king
yup, all my sh*t fit for a f*ckin kingpin
never been hit, for a sting
but i’m well fed/fed, i think they know a f*cker been king

never been in, to the bling bling
but i sell ice, if you tryin to pick up
i got what you need, pull some strings’ strings
got anything you need in the pickup

got a guy for the black tar, black tar
got a guy for the ketamine, ketamine
you ain’t gotta look that far, that far
if you want methamphetamine*phetamine

od and i’m a little blue like stitch is
my sh*t is subtle, its sickness pernicious
my sh*t is trouble and it’s vicious, spit it so cold
my sh*t is frigid in the digits, like fridges

cut ties like stitches, like sutures/coutures i’m obnoxiously pompous
you flash signs like deaf еpileptics, throw up hands
like a cannibal when hе gets nauseous
you b*tches play it cautious while you get to popping switches
what happened to a good old raucous, getting wrist*clocked like watches
getting fist*popped drawn my britches
win lose or draw, b*tches lipstick is on my d*ck tip
flip my switches, whip a stick shift
with a lift kit i pop the hood in the air with a b*tton when i want to see my whip lift
you only pop the hood with a b*tton to check the oil up on the dipstick
ya f*ckin dip sh*t

i’m the knife*eatin wife*beatin b*st*rd
i’m the life’s fleetin slight bleedin pastor od’ed last week
don’t call me father, call me casper
cause when she have/half the kid, i’m holy/wholly ghost right after

sip the blood of christ, don’t taste the plasma
pass the blunt to the right, don’t forget to ash the blunt
so we get gassed up like an ass, bruh, that is asthma
d*mn girl, that ass gave me asthma, ass, ma
that’s a muh f*ckin ass ma

too good to pass up
girl raise that ass up, then drop it low
cuz them cheeks is f*ckin massive
your mans is too passive for my craft it’s f*ckin graphic
i stay flexin on b*tches like i’m lactic acid
these ballad classics came from drastic tactics
it’s tragic, he’s bottled it up
like plastic
til he snaps like elastic
half plastered off half plaster, sad b*st*rd
is haphazard
doubling vision, he’s passed had it
the asthmatics, spaztastic crack addict
smoke the tree with coke as kief, finna croak and chief
when he roll the leaf
omg he’s an og, oh geez
so he smokes weed? stick to pcp
there he goes see, bumpin easy e
in a sleazy jeep, til dcpd rollin up on the g
like papers round a gram of tree
really you gon take him from his family? d*mn

- devon brent lyrics

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