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sex, drugz & wicked shit - isolated beingz lyrics

[verse 1: 2*face & ruthless rob]
hey baby! i got a pocket full of rubbers
i’m sayin’ let’s f*ck, we don’t have to be lovers
bobby lookin’ good like a playboy cover
layin’ in a pool of sweat with my significant other
this track get you wet like some pcp
it’s double penetration with the ib
uncle roof and 2*face, the isolated beingz
and we gettin’ more head than a f*ckin’ guillotine
when it comes to the hoes you know i gets down
beatin’ b*tches up like my name chris brown
i’m the master of the b*tch slap, ask around
if you think i’m bullsh*ttin’, b*tch, chеck my background
you’ve passed out ’cause i gavе you a roofie
the next thing you know, my ding*a*ling’s in your booty
your baby daddy talkin’ ’bout he gonna shoot me
it ain’t my fault your b*tch’s ass was juicy

[chorus: ruthless rob & 2*face]
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
die b*tch! you can’t f*ck with this so don’t try b*tch
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
f*ck you! caught this sh*t, b*tch, you know you really want to
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
bl**dy murder! we spit that sh*t like you never even heard of
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
zombiez got my back so you know you can’t stop me
[verse 2: ruthless rob & 2*face]
yo i smoke a lot of sh*t ’cause i don’t like life
so show me a blunt, yo, i won’t think twice
for some weed, i’ll give your f*ckin’ neck a slice
what you got, homeboy? it don’t matter the price
and i’ma tell you like this, you better not burn me
’cause i’ma lead your funky ass to the gurney
let me take your mind on a f*cked*up journey
i roll with the dead like a stoned weekend at bernie’s
i’m back up in the lab like shifty in rehab
catch me on the rooftop smokin’ a big bag
pull out the zigzag, bring out the honey dutch
i don’t give a f*ck, throw your middle fingers up
everyone get f*cked up, pour some jäger in a cup
shake it up like white b*tch, take it in the b*tt
sleeping pills and vodka, mix ’em for the pleasure
when i go out, i’m goin’ out like heath ledger, motherf*cker

[chorus: ruthless rob & 2*face]
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
die b*tch! you can’t f*ck with this so don’t try b*tch
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
f*ck you! caught this sh*t, b*tch, you know you really want to
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
bl**dy murder! we spit that sh*t like you never even heard of
s*x, drugs, wicked sh*t!
zombiez got my back so you know you can’t stop me
[verse 3: 2*face & ruthless rob]
skull and bones, h*llfire and brimstone
i am the wicked sh*t, yo, i go where the dead roam
i’m in the demon zone, n0body survives
no one can make it out alive even if you try
still reppin’ zombiez, still rep the underground
still rockin’ microphones with a wicked sound
still hittin’ bongs like michael phelps
and when the album drops we go ahead and k!ll ourselves
my momma talkin’ to me, tryna tell me how to live
but i’m f*ckin’ wicked sh*t and that’s the way that it is
i handle my business on a regular basis
i’m always in court fightin’ bullsh*t cases
cannibalism, necrophilia, terrorism
i get the ax and smash you like demolition
black magic, i’m a k!ller automatic
c*ckroach, street rats, pitbulls, maggots

- isolated beingz lyrics

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