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cuck - sideshow the king lyrics

[verse 1]
comin’ through with the pack in the coupe, no toys
yes you seeing what i’m doing, you ain’t nothing but a boy
sideshow stock shelves but at least i’m employed
i’ve been known to pop pills, pop the p*ssy and annoy
k!ll ’em with the mac, if i’m running out of bullets
i just straight slap a b*tch with the strap, holy f*ck
you a silly b*tt, put the p*ssy in my face
i ain’t coming out the hole until my eyes are swollen shut
spit hard bars, i got zinc in my t**th
in a car full of tards and the beat going nuts
i slap big b*tts if you don’t then your sus
i could spot an imposter with a feeling in my gut
eat pretty good you could tell by my struts
i just eat pretty food at the local chum bucket
that’s a lot of b*tch, to the princ*p*l’s office like “that’s all we did”
and we be on that cuck sh*t, hasn’t caught up to me yet
i was in that back sеat three times slapping tits with a b*tch
jerking off my c*ck while i’m strеaming on my twitch
and it’s me building models of titanic sister ships
clearing up my pores while my older brother dips from the fans
and let brian do a rant for a bit, you’re a dumb f*ck
and your breath straight smells like you like to suck c*ck

[hook x2]
that’s a lot of b*tch, to the princ*p*l’s office like “that’s all we did”
and we be on that cuck sh*t, hasn’t caught up to me yet
i was in that back seat three times slapping tits with a*
[verse 2]
why the f*ck do my pants unintentionally sag
showing off my ass crack when i’m sitting down in class
asthmatic, my dad’s a crack addict god dammit
mom was yelling at me all cause i met up with white rabbit
woke up took a hit of ivy, i’m having a slight habit
i’m addicted to the smoke and we grow it in my attic
shut the f*ck up when it’s my turn to rap
and if that mother f*cker cappin’ i’m grabbing for my bag
slip and slag jazz like your b*tch is my cum rag
that i re*use for dishes and stick it back on the rack
going south, yes i’m headed out to the badlands
on my poker game b*tch i got a bad hand
ian’s head shaped like a f*cking crumples napkin
crippled parking everywhere i go ’cause i’m that b*tch
your b*tch acting dumber than a bag of rocks b*tch
they took my big toe so they tagging up my c*ck
wipe powder off my nose while i’m putting on my socks
big hoes in my yard, water wiggle on my block
big bro go crazy with the stocks
counting milli’s out there while he’s tilling in the crops
it’s chilly out here in the boondocks
wore thick ass tube socks that your mom bought me
and i had the bass bumping ’til the cops caught me
down on 5th street, guns drawn with the opps on me, f*ck
[hook x2]
that’s a lot of b*tch, to the princ*p*l’s office like “that’s all we did”
and we be on that cuck sh*t, hasn’t caught up to me yet
i was in that back seat three times slapping tits with a*

- sideshow the king lyrics

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