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cuntopian masquerade - shivam lyrics

[intro: kalenda + brown clown]

yo hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up!
this is a public service annoucement
real quick!
brown clown’s comin’ now
so everybody take cover!
yo shivam! get ’em!
aha!
lex! let’s do this , f*ck gbts lets go

[verse 1: brown clown]

dear cindy i wrote you, but you still ain’t surely callin’
man story tellin’ is part o’ who i am sk*nk, purely ballin’
fack wh0rey phoney poses you were knowin’ly fakin’
who, you a teacher? thoo an amateur b*tch havin’ seizures
in habit o makin’ sure, been tad bit ove b*st*rd fo’ your
dumb classes with those c*nt fascists
but the word has it, most of em’re burnt with acid
this nerd been splashin’ from his heart
got stabbed by todd hammond
a dart in the dark, i’ve had it
called mе a dog d*mn it! thought i was born handsome
got bogged down in his history
which to me, is a sherlock holmes mystery
how the f*ck t’s spread all over the industry
but f*ck! pigs gave me a cold shoulder like a dystrophy
a diss to me, flunked all tests ya see
we’ll call deb a c*nt in a cuss free zone
must be ’em beastie boys’ voices in my head
had nuff, so f*ck ‘ these wh0res
so relaxin’, my solar plexus on the pad got
b*tches sendin’ horrific texts’ to wh0res sittin’ next to ’em
as i’m passin through the corridor o’ young centre
blunt b*st*rd o’ve an actor back to act out gory themes
from the massacre o’ texas with a chainsaw*vrin*
when i get my hands on it
h*ll naw! hoe now dangle that sacrum
on way up to the bathroom
i’ll be in there, can you handle this man’s junk?
here’s a tampon, look upto the vent there ain’t no airflow
it’s time we get down to it dear, now scream b*tch!
in english, look in the mirror as this scene ends
man you saw and read on the wall it’s the redrum
annnnnnnd she’s dead

[chorus 1: brown clown]

dangle that sacrum hoe, dangle it
dangle that sacrum hoe, mental health
dangle that sacrum hoe, cancer sticks(ay)
dangle that sacrum hoe, racism (woof)
lemme stab you twice in you neck, pencil tip
im the john wick to your c*ntopian masquerade(masquerade x4)

[verse 2: brown clown]

firin’ back lookin like michael jackson dipped in chloroform
with moldy asbestos
b*tch i was holdin on as best as i was told, yo shivam!
your laundry should be thrown in every night in once
cuz you’re indian, son of a surgeon
gargle a bit of detergent, eh dancy beyotch, leslie
go fast n’ feyotch me, a glass o’ juoice
splash it on your way back here(heeyo)
b*tch i’ll backhand you, slit your d*mnneck
wrap you up in plastic
ben you bet this a fantastic plot
i know you have to stop, can’t cancel a class
so get the car in the back and check the tank if it’s half
full, ye then man pull over by the no. 2 door o’ the yc
slowly drag the bodies, throw ’em f’in car keys
leslie ends up in the trunk, todd b*tch onto the back
deb smells like a skunk, god she won’t hold her breath
keys in the ignition, jeez ben, please shut that b*tch up
first one to flush their teachers into lake niagara!
ben it’s far but i have to go now
why don’t you tag along, it’s your honda afterall
bring em yonder n’ bag ’em all, wrap ’em up in bubblewrap
so much trouble i’ve had to grow this stubble patch
to cover up my face, for a f’in day n’ half
aii let’s hit the gas, already it’s next pass
cops’ll double up as we pass by the 401, fack!
they’re behind us, aii we on our way
reminds me o’ that movie con air, fam!
you cusack and i’m nic cage
b*tch hey! put on some mumble rap
godd*mn it! why you got fumbled hands
kodak black’s on, ayo, know that wack song?
oh what’s that? we ran somethin’ over as we sped
ben taps me in the head
says pull over dawg! that guy he must be dead
hand me my torch bro, oh sh*t, d*mn!
that’s that ******jim simon’s baldhead yo
oh! our luck just trippled the f*ck up
cuz bruh now we riddled this f*cker
but how was he even on the road that we never thought o’
he’s dead in the middle o’ lil italy
ran over by these two middlemen who most definitely didn’t do diddly
too many class full o’ monkeys, to blast on one these tracks
wack to even consider this my past
got out, no doubt, for now ima not slow down
all out, call out as many o these hoes, pow!

[interlude: brown clown]

ben they thought we were done
nah nah we’re not done yet
we’re just gettin’ started
hahahahaha

[chorus 2: brown clown]

dangle that sacrum hoe, tupperwares(ay)
dangle that sacrum hoe, smelly fridge(ay)
dangle that sacrum hoe, jealousy( ay)
dangle that sacrum hoe, jimmy’s rear (yuck!)
lemme stab you twice in your neck, pencil tip
im the john wick to your c*ntopian masqueradex2

[verse 3: brown clown + kalenda]

check the gps fam are we on the right track
seems like i’ve been here before
oh there’s the konzelmann winery on far left
next bar’s tender n’ random, can’t even pretend to lie ben
f*cked a blonde b*tch named scarlett, worked as a barback
smirked n’ said hi back! rode me like a fever
strokin’ my 8 inch lever, oh shoot! *tire bursts*
now the tire’s flat”
sup deb! how we holdin’ back there? quite dead?
did i crack a joke? what you laughin’ at hoe?
* you’ll never get away with this shivam
ben you’re the sensible one, please lemme go”
bro! aii use this fibre wire on our debby downer
(shiv can we drown her? isn’t that what the plan was?)
hold up! lemme take a shot o’ jägermeister
loosen that tire iron, choose to be the bigger man here
lakeshore cemetery is just a mile that way b
if we drown ’em, might pop back up like funko
geebus knows what i’ve been through
pigeon holed by sleezy teacher hoes
popped an adroll, walsh up clean
walked off scenes, chalked up these
f*cked rhyme schemes, tucked ’em underneath
hammond’s dungarees , came back slingin’
got my granddad’s spirit, trained hard with it
still k!lled ’em dimwits, pops i played the role

[outro: brown clown]

ayo ben, still got some gas left?
aii dawg, f*ck these motherf*ckers
let’s go, onto the next one

- shivam lyrics

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