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the cave - killeddy lyrics

[intro: k!lleddy, samples]
tactical nuke, incoming!
what? wait, what? what? wait, what?
warning: nuking is now legal worldwide
h*ll star, h*ll star, h*ll star on my f*ckin’ chest

[verse 1: k!lleddy]
put the benz truck in sport
plus, i’m runnin’ up the torque
and the ketamine i’m on is pure
i’m might give a little to your wh0re
she’ll f*ck me, of course
she’s on her knees like i’m the lord
she just came, but she wants more
i just got paid but i want more
look at these racks that i had to double up
i don’t bake, but i get honeybuns
got yo’ hoe flirting, tryna snuggle up
this a twin turbo, b*tch, buckle up
on i95, ’bout to cut it up
i don’t need to impress her, i’ve donе enough
by the time wе’re home, she wants to f*ck, uh
me and your b*tch need a room
wicked witch, riding me like a broom, uh
my moneys touching the moon
i got more of it coming in soon, uh
my friend here’s clutching a tool
walk in the function like kim jong un, uh
you always talk and never do
a year went by and you made no moves
i’m off the exotic shrooms
710 labs in my lungs
she told me she’s feelin me too
then she got to f*ckin’ me up
my buddy got shown on the news
then my buddy went on the run
sport plus mode said “vroom”
i’m way too gone in this truck
[chorus: k!lleddy]
h*ll star, h*ll star, h*ll star on my f*ckin’ chest
can’t get cuffed up by a thot, i’m not under arrest
n0body likes your rappin’, bro, give it a rest
smokin runtz on the plane, that’s when it hits the best

[interlude: hesh, christopher]
“well, i think it’s, uh— not good.”
“wanna be a little more specific?”
there’s good and there’s not good; this is not good

[verse 2: slaing]
ten hour flights, yo’, b*tch, i need some rest
ketamine lines, yup, b*tch, i’m at the vet
activist a tech, molly to yo’ head (hahahaha)
my angel number, 223, i’ll leave him in the desk
eddy cuttin’ bands, yeah, we leavin’ trends
we say “f*ck the feds”, ’cause we f*ck the feds (what!?)
if you can’t show me bands then we can’t be friends
coke, boys, yeah, eh, eh?
yeah, i feel like neo, i had the time of my life
i want half her kilo, only if the price is right (cha*ching)
i take off like migos, someone ain’t rolled the dice (d*mn)
twin pulled me a eight, i told her “hold the ice” (d*mn)
coughin’, i need me some quagen, got your b*tch’s legs shakin’
sorry, i took that girl from you, she’s in the house with bacon
e*e*evil like ronald reagan, ketamine got me jaded
i wear off*white and all black, b*tch, i’m not a racist
b*tch, my record clean, yeah, i leave no traces (shhh!)
covid*19, all these masked up faces
yeah, i need my payment, ‘fore you end up on the pavement
new crib so big, i bought the lots adjacent (godd*mn)
leave him in a lake, make him feel like jason
talkin’ to these presidents when i count my paper (my paper)
[outro: evil empire]
“we ain’t new to this, we true to this; this is evil empire.”
“e*e*evil empire!”
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- killeddy lyrics

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