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stoner's cookout - pyrxciter lyrics

you not entitled to be that n*gga out here giving orders
so sit the f*ck down lil p*ssy i’m about to get it started
oh i forgot to mention that this is a presentation
showcasing how entitled your corpse will end up mutilated
motivating you to just shut your mouth and be very patient
sour tasting your attitude thats the data calculated
after hearing this you would think i’m evil and advocating
pushing for something that is disturbing it may leave you shaking
how i peel your scalp and leave you looking like a cancer patient
breathe in the darkness that surrounds you encourage please embrace it
face it do not run the f*ck away it just might drive you crazy
trust me cause for crazy then they will send you to mental places
y’all ain’t listening anyway i just might remove ya faces
calm your tits lil p*ssy you’re super scared and you getting anxious
close your mouth before yo ass get dropped no f*cking closed cases
get ready p*ssies i’m bout to eat and i ain’t saying graces

tell me what’s the problem.. tell me what’s the rush huh?
i might take your shorty blow a kiss and leave her blushing
said she love it when i conversate about the bloodshed
asked if i was looking at her did that on purpose
fetch me the chalice filled to the brim my cup it runeth over
stop me in the parking lot sitting there like my name was rosa
ima use the f*ck out a thot hoe like she a cup holder
slapping beats like angry alcoholic that been 10 days sober
i just spilled his brains upon floor like uh
shorty let me explode on her titty like uh
xanny pantie popper mcm*ffin lovin’ it taking it oven baking it big ole booty she shaking it shaking it shake
on my rap sh*t slimming down just like ima a fat man
this sh*t way to easy no lemon squeezy in pac man
wait where are we going
take you a flight to heaven

make sure your eyes are opened
cause through the sky you’ll see me floating
b*tch your demise i can see it ain’t cloaking
to much d*ck for the b*tch she be choking

sending trash links boy i be roasting him
everybody in the crowd asking who is him
these little rap n*ggas sons, i influence them
and+ as if they were slavery abo*lish*them
i’m+ getting the dozer i demolish them huh

- pyrxciter lyrics

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