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drop - lil crazed lyrics

[intro]
lil crazed, ha
k.i.d., ha
chapter 3
let’s go!

[verse 1]
it’s the kid from the midwest, your chick wanna l!ck and ingest
‘cause i rip sh*t dip sh*t you just sh*t to say this sh*t in its simplest
i’m index finger, you the other one that’s sitting next to it
motherf*cker, i’m the expert, you just the experiment
i’m celibate, ‘cause i cannot be f*cked with you suckers “can’t touch this”
even if you busters are drunks that love to get hammered, mc
i’m nice spittin’ that ice, chewing dentine
two letters describe my haters, ‘cause all they do is n*v (envy)
b*tch please, doing things you won’t believe, ripley’s
you can get f*cked if you still hatin’ on me, quickies
ha, but i’m raw so no protection
hard no erection, my bars so complex*ion is still yellow
my fellow asians, i’m reppin’
stereotypically smart, i’m here to teach a lesson
take a seat and peep the session, grab the beat and hear percussions
and make a banger motherf*cker smith & wesson
indigestion, haters just swallow your pride
or throw some pepto down your throat
allow it to ride ‘cause i am outta this world like them apollo guys
and you a sorry motherf*cker, apologize!

[break]
mr. king in the skies, ha!
chapter 3
liberation
ayy, let’s get ‘em again, baby, c’mon!

[verse 2]
ha, it’s k.i.d but ain’t n0body even sonnin’ me
i’m gonna be, the hottest thing that your girlfriend loves to see
i’m asian and i rap but i ain’t “him” so don’t bother me
unless you like sipping gin (jin), then go ahead and swallow me
alcoholics anonymous, go ahead and ponder this
i poke your pocahontas and now she call me john smith
i let her see my johnson, now all she eats is sausage
that may be why you squares bent outta shape, you rhombus
i’m a mothaf*ckin monster, you an impostor
invading my casa, you gon’ meet my roster
and when you meet my roster, you gon’ need a doctor
‘cause if you raw, our bars’ll cook you, then we eating pasta
hasta la vista, she probably gon’ leave ya
i comfort your girl’s southern, i am so co (cold * cole), keisha
when i’m leaking ether man your speakers probably seizure
‘cause my moves making movies like what’s featured in your theaters
surround sound around town, they talkin’ bout the kiddo
center of attention but i ain’t the malcolm in the middle
you call yourself an icon, to yourself you might’ve been
but to me you are garbage so i drag you to “recycle bin”

- lil crazed lyrics

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