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death ii smoochy - mike oxlong lyrics

[intro: mike oxlong, slim bono, & y*bone]
i shoot the lights out
but i still stay on top
but for real, i’m really scared to drop
life is good, so i’m great on where i’m at

[verse 1: mike oxlong]
look i’m ferris bueller and here where mike goes berserk
ed rooney, ed rooney, jj was caught with the cp while out of work
steve martin, steve martin, but who’s really the jerk
kevin smith, dantе hicks, now whos really the clerk
mj, mj, now whos thе one that really died first
i think we should cut the “lets just be friends” line
justin timberlake, i know she lives a f*cking lie
letting go of these pedos, that’s something that i can’t buy
i wonder if lyrics do make miracles
mike believe him, the god instead of the lyrical miracle
george bush, george bush, skip the road for political
the devil don’t do a slap on the wrist, it will be h*lla cold
take matters of my own hands to never sell my soul
wait, don’t you forget that i’m one living assh0l*
other than mario, whos the one not to break the pole
other than wario, whos the one to always break the pole
[chorus: mike oxlong]
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees

[verse 2: y*bone]
uh, uh, ok, why the bones laying in the kitchen
it’s been 2 months, what’s the p*ssy that i’ve been missin’
nyc, these crackheads know how to bop it like a pigeon
love both doggystyles, the album and the position
took to the next extreme, now really te extrano
it’s been too long since i threw up in el bano
some of yall motherf*ckas ain’t ready for the league
any of you fake fans don’t say that we unique
tbh, i don’t really care about the critique
guess this is a movie, she wasting all my budget
karma and misery are around but i can’t keep them from comin’
i told my niece what’s up with the nsync puppets
the way i shoot so many times, half bricks, half buckets
searching for my prey, i’m the predator
jeffery stacy looking for his prey, time to shoot the predator
i condone violence, more anti than a hero
are these demons talkin’ to me like robert de niro
your energy 100, what caused it to go down to zero
[chorus: mike oxlong]
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees

[verse 3: slim bono]
its very much true that some of these lawyers do crack
run the track and after all that, smoke me a green pack
a corrupt cop can go 90 miles per hour but who says that i can’t
we don’t see our relationship grow cause she keeps taking down the plant
we can’t see our relationship go cause she wasted all the gas
walking like i’m the sh*t, popular after high school
and in my high school, these b*tches played me for a fool
now look what i became, a chad who doesn’t f*ck with fools
you b*tches just a devil in god’s book, yall fiction
you wannabe thugs now going down the road of addition
now it goes to show that i’m the best at making predictions
reboot male tlc, she don’t want no scrubs
at this point i break the fourth wall and pretend i’m tony in the clubs
sh*t, i’m the one to give an ebony a good time after ending it with hugs
yo, i got that drugs that makes you go to sleep
i swear shopping at emotions, the love was h*lla cheap
i want her to her friends the story of how i went all in
if i retire from the game, that won’t stop me from ballin’
i don’t take this sh*t for granted, in reality god did
[chorus: mike oxlong]
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees

[verse 4: mike oxlong]
i drink some water after death, then p*ss inside my grave
if there’s one thing on my bucket list, it’s to be brave
all these b*tches born rich always misbehave
and after this, mike will stop being her f*ckin’ slave
they changed snow white, they gon’ make her have something to say
how bout i just go eat some hay
can make sh*t outta clay and lay by the bay
i just may, now what the f*ck you say
man, that was on some childish sh*t, but on some happy gilmore sh*t
switches in their heads, they want to pull more sh*t
could give a f*ck if she fresh of middle school
just to be f*cking all the seniors sh*t
set it off straight to a taxi, now i see two queen latifahs
another friday and mike craig saying bye felicia
every girl in colombia, acts like a diva
ricky, ricky martin got them all loco in this olo vida
dropped out of college but still managed to perform in geneva
he was there to support me, shout out to john*c garcia

[chorus: mike oxlong]
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees
hol up, brodie, you ain’t nothing, nothing but my homie
everything i do, i do it for the game like kobe
death to smoochy, now whos to show me
shot the two legs, now whos gonna run with both knees

[outro: y*bone]
sick b*tches!

- mike oxlong lyrics

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