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alleyway surgeon - yoshie (rapper) lyrics

[verse 1: yoshie]
bowie knife, balisong, i’m in love with my blades
talkin’ some sh*t, why you sendin’ out shade?
never leavin’ back signs ‘cept for the blood on the trails
leave yo’ blood on the trails
bowie knife, balisong, i’m in lovе with my blades
talkin’ some sh*t, why you sendin’ out shadе?
never leavin’ back signs ‘cept for the blood on the trails
leave yo’ blood on the trails

[verse 2: craig scissorhands]
hey, b*tch, i’m on some boss sh*t
walkin’ with a gas mask, man, i feel like caustic
face so torn, they can’t make a diagnosis
what’s up with it, wh0re? please be useful, come and suck this
all these b*tches up in bags, now i f*ckin’ lashed out
my homie take the f*ckin’ gas out and blow a pack down
this b*tch, she act so cringey, but i’ll still blow her back out
my bank account on double 0’s, now all my opps sad, now
gotta spit with it, uh, double up, let my chain sw*ng
now i’m hittin’, but i used to have the same aim
forgiatos on the whip and, b*tch, i’m bumpin’ gucci mane
no, i do not want yo’ b*tch ’cause everybody used it, mane
[bridge: craig scissorhands]
b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll, b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll (hard to k!ll)
b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll, b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll (hard to k!ll)
b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll, b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll (hard to k!ll)
b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll, b*tch, i’m hard to k!ll (hard to k!ll)

[chorus: yoshie]
f*ck, b*tch, i ain’t got time to reconcile
sew you and drug you i’ll make you my frankenstein
downin’ and swervin’ i f*ckin’ love to drink and drive
downin’ and swervin’ i f*ckin’ love to drink and drive
backstreet dealer? nah, i’m a backstreet surgeon
alleywayzz * my gang, we runnin’ f*gs out urgent
askin’ if you’re a bother, you’s a godd*mn burden
sh*t, i’m poppin’ pills, i feel like yeat with my turban
f*ck, b*tch, i ain’t got time to reconcile
sew you and drug you i’ll make you my frankenstein
downin’ and swervin’ i f*ckin’ love to drink and drive
downin’ and swervin’ i f*ckin’ love to drink and drive
backstreet dealer? nah, i’m a backstreet surgeon
alleywayzz * my gang, we runnin’ f*gs out urgent
askin’ if you’re a bother, you’s a godd*mn burden
sh*t, i’m poppin’ pills, i feel like yeat with my turban

[outro: craig scissorhands]
hey, b*tch, i’m on some boss sh*t
walkin’ with a gas mask, man, i feel like caustic
face so torn, they can’t make a diagnosis
what’s up with it, wh0re? please be useful, come and suck this
all these b*tches up in bags, now i f*ckin’ lashed out
my homie take the f*ckin’ gas out and blow a pack down
this b*tch, she act so cringey, but i’ll still blow her back out
my bank account on double 0’s, now all my opps sad, now

- yoshie rapper lyrics

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