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super milk man party - mkultra lyrics

[intro: mkultra]
yeah
hoo, hoo, hee*hoo
hoo, hoo, hoo, hee*hoo
it’s the f*ckin’ mr. milk man
hey!
okay
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: mkultra]
braindead shawty, she gunnin’ for my milk (my milk)
need somebody, you so funny, i need help
got the stained red money, diamonds covered in filth (they so filthy)
i’m the bunny for the money, check yo’ fill
got the apex on me, still [?]
in my tank, makin’ bank, but y’all not hatin’
i’m a big thing comin’, my hundreds break the ceiling (okay)
i’ma rap it to existence, make it real (yeah)
b*tch, i’m insane, i got five souls
crackin’ asphalt, it’s my dad’s fault
’cause i wanna be in an assh0l*, it’s a good f*ck with your backbone
[?], in the shadows, do backstrokеs
f*ck a b*tch and i’m buyin’ a castle
i get mad growth when i
start a cult, i’ll do it for b*tchеs and gold
you drinkin’ my kool*aid, this makes it delicious, you wonder what sinners control
with a fl!ck of my switch, you explode (woo)
i’m makin’ these hits to provoke
i’m p*ssin’ on digits, [?], i’m hackin’ the code
[verse 2: cxrpse]
cxrpse in this b*tch, creepy*crawly with the spider gang
old*ass n*gga, can’t compete, you should retire, mane
i’m the only skeleton, they all know my name
how your body look when it’s wrapped up in cellophane?
[?], i’ma break it into diamonds
got so much money, i’ma buy a f*ckin’ island
they all look at me, say “cxrpse, you f*ckin’ wildin'”
then i go decapitate a n*gga like i’m isis

[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
half milk, half [?] in my cup
i be playin’ with her nice b*tt
i don’t even really like her, but kinda
i was 16 when i found out i really like drugs
turned 18, i start to pipe up
now i’m 20 and half the world, they don’t like us
2020, [?]
talkin’* talkin’ sh*t about the gang but you still like to bite us
you just* you just fallin’ off like you changed your name from kaiba
how you all caught up inside the web if you a spider?
po*po*posted at the milk party, and all my b*tches lactatin’
i might come back for seconds, yeah, because i lack patience
every single day, i wake up shakin’ like a crack baby
she thought that i made a couple plays and now her ass shakin’
yo’ boys like to talk sh*t like it’s straight, until your back breakin’ (back breakin’)
[verse 4: wendigo]
my meyers*briggs type is “debater”
your meyers*briggs type is a f*ggot ass hater
entp, the t stand for “trill”
got sardines on the stove, got a bucket full of krill
i jumped out the crib, had to get some peace of mind
they makin’ type beats of me, they sound like mr. mime
i’m dancin’ on your grave, b*tch, i’m mr. bojangles
i be with your mom, b*tch, i’m gettin’ entangled
i’ma put you in a pinch, b*tch, i’m mr. pickle
keep a blade tucked on me, i’m mr. sickle
my team gon’ eat, i’m mr. trickle*down
you all sound the same, y’all named “mr. single*sound”
wendigo be talk of town, walkin’ main street, up and down
and left and right, they see that thug drip, it will wow her now
got that [?], that sh*t [?], we be eatin’ stupid fat
really did the music sh*t, really executed that

[bridge: lil darkie]
braindead shawty, she gunnin’ for my, uh
uh*huh, uh*huh, uh*huh
braindead shawty, she gunnin’ for my milk

[verse 5: lil darkie]
big fat b*tch, obese
i just bought a crib and they put my name on the lease
i can’t trust you p*ssy n*ggas, you actin’ like the police
n*ggas lookin’ up to f*ggots, i’m smokin’ on your og’s
(did he really just say that?)
oh geez, uh
now there ain’t no trees ’cause i stuffed ’em in the blunt
i feel like i’m jackie chan ’cause all i can do is stunt
n*ggas askin’ for a hand*out, i don’t got what you want
i’m inhalin’ h*lla smurfs and midgets, i’m burnin’ runts
uh, if a n*gga want a problem, i tell him “this ain’t no math class”
that b*tch wanna f*ck, then she better have a fat ass
that b*tch wanna f*ck, when i holler, better holler back
i just bought yo’ b*tch onlyfans, i want my 5 dollars back
no money and clout*hungry, that soundcloud rap starter pack
“oh, lil darkie says bad words,” how you sound with your r*t*rded ass
i ain’t seen you in four years, why you askin’ for an artist pass?
spider gang got the haters so salty they might have some heart attacks
[outro: lil darkie]
yeah, yeah
shout*out milk man
you heard me in there b*tch? can you hear me, b*tch?
that was the sound of the microphone hitting the floor

- mkultra lyrics

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