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human centipede freestyle - zotiyac lyrics

[intro]
ayy, pew
ayy (j*j*jxlyn)

[verse 1]
clip tucker, the kriss vector bumper (bumping)
whatever was left dump it (grrt)
the sh*t in the chest thumping
seeing distress signals come out of the flesh from it (shh)
i read it and said nothing (grr)
he dead from the red b*tton
the message in blood written (ayy)
his blood in the red puddle (ayy)
the legend he ain’t living, you literally gotta love it (gotta love it)
a n*gga get the beef, we ain’t doing the deep discussion
keep shooting out the drum call that facing the repercussion (grrt)
i drop my kids in a b*tch stomach and punish hеr (punish), and leave her in a puddlе
i’m leaving ’cause i ain’t stuck with her
i catapult a bullet inside a n*gga jugular (bah)
a headshot (bah), we drop a f*ck n*gga memory (bah*bah)
i’m mentally a mad man, torturing the enemy (mentally i’m mad)
make a n*gga eat sh*t, human centipede (eat sh*t)
green and pink grant my wish like timothy (green and pink, haha)
end him up if the n*gga think he enemy (and then die)
horror movie, boy, this sh*t’ll get sinister (ayy)
shot by the remi, direct hit from the general (get hit)
it’s sum’ ’bout a rap n*gga dying at his pinnacle (sum’ ’bout a rap n*gga)
many men finished with a clip i administer (grrt, bah)
clips on stand*by, they ain’t rendering
get rich or die tryin’, n*gga, you attentive (you attempt life)
the day you waiting for is a day i ain’t rememberin’ (yeah)
pourin’ liquor over you (yeah), then reminisce (ayy)
[bridge]
the way that i predicted it
you drowning, you falling victim to the dissonance
the tension is building, resulting anything, but listening
gibberish lips finna sit in it
watching everything as it pass, you blind visioning
free will, get turned to a free k!ll for the ignorance
high as f*ck, my head on a swivel, remaining vigilant (shh)
without the pill, i immitate the effects of a stimulate (ha)
drift off, this sh*t on my hip toss is the end of it (ayy)

[verse 2]
catch a n*gga while he falling, and then drop his b*tch ass (drop him)
get to bagging out the rock, smoke a opp and live far
pull it out the pocket then i gotta quickdraw
if i’ma up it, i’ma blow it (ayy), i ain’t gotta give thought (i ain’t got to)
give them backshots ’til the condom rip off, uh
uh, lil’ mama v*g*n* get soft
hit on my line, it ain’t nothing, i am not finna talk (ayy)
i hang up on this b*tch ’cause my mama jus’ called (up on the b*tch)
smack the taste out a n*gga mouth for what he say
punch a n*gga face, pull the pin out of the grenade
we ain’t loading no clips (ayy), brain exploding yo’ b*tch (yo’ b*tch)
n*gga, decapitated heads posting on sticks (decapitating)
n*gga, bled red, get popped
can’t id, and took out to the shed, and then shot
ain’t no pole, up north
n*gga head went pop (went pop)
sh*t done all went south
send the feds and swat, yup
[outro]
heh, ayy
but i never called [?]
i ain’t even called the cops
ain’t got that number in my phone

- zotiyac lyrics

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