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snake cypher - skündudu, xinmoolah, t, & young klein lyrics

[verse 1: skündudu]
h-llo zbt, shalom, how we doin’?
for those who don’t know me ask me what’s my f-ckin’ name
skind be reppin’ snake den
getting all this payment
built a house from scratch b-tch we came from f-ckin’ bas-m-nts
calling out you p-ss-es like their name was adam gertz man
hey jerrod
where the f-ck you at, boi?
memes you got are -ss boi
slaw -ss b-tch boi
dead-ss, head-ss, thot-ss, fufu
soon enough this white boys gonna start yelling soo woo
preachin’ about race b-tch, that’s your f-ckin’ go to
f-ck u think you are, ho, desmond tutu?
here’s some salt b-tch, rub it on your boo boo

[verse 2: xinmoolah]
first thing’s first, f-ck nelly
kid thinks he’s wet, he’s never had a celly
if we’re talking 3’s, he ain’t ever hit any
if we talking free’s, please don’t call teich
he’ll brick ’em at the line like he’s a blind mice
mice mice mice these b-tches blind thrice
spitting on the track, f-cking high as a kite
shoutout herbidores, you my f-cking people
i know ben wayne’s high like a church steeple
oops i mean temple, chilling with the jews
juggling these d-mn rhymes like i’m dr. seuss
i ain’t no cat, in the f-cking hat
but i cook ’em real well like the brownies of matt
couldn’t end my verse without driving a he-rs-
shoutout ruby, grew up attended by a nurse
man’s 4 foot 9, he’s a walking punch line
can’t do this no more, man i’m crying

[verse 3: t]
oh hi, hey what’s up, it’s taylor
hot on xin’s -ss like i’m a semi truck trailer
’bout to f-ck up some zebes like manischewitz on seder
i won’t fail ya, cold as ice lines call me refrigerator
first up: andrew batallas, ivp
f-ck up his day with a logical fallacy
seize the day, or more like snooze the day away
can’t eat plants but you still lose the weight (props!)
up next: hayes, f-ck you!
but also jae kim, the hatin’ is not deserved
you’re an all around great person man (swerve!)
slitherin’ snake with no venom, you’re all bulsh, no bulsh
you’re the epitome of the boy who cried wolf
the rest of alpha gamma, y’all are lucky i didn’t slam ya
i coulda gone on forever, we’re a lame -ss colony- i mean chapter (shot!)

[verse 4: young klein]
krabs without a sh-ll hey, hi, how ya dern?
you f-cked with me before now it’s time to take my turn
girls only like you cause you give them mad blow
man, brews and stoges? you’re really cool bro!
you can hide but you can’t run, you are just a f-cking b-m
talk about my girl and yet you can’t make kelsey c-m
smoke another stoge, do another line
keep this sh-t up you’ll be at therapy in no time
i’ll blow blow blow blow blow your f-cking house down
run you out of this town
break your f-cking trumpet now you’ll play brown noise
you look like a subst-tute teacher that touches little boys
fat like cartman, lick my foreskin, less cool than jae kim, you have a b-tt chin
one last verse for my man the koun
this boy swims in p-ssy, drowns in poon
all the hate is whack, the kobe to my shaq
i love you my man, i got your back

- skundudu xinmoolah t young klein lyrics

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