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letra de dead animal flow - cyanide and silicone

[intro: dale nasty]
yeah, that’s f-cking dead animal bro

[verse 1: sideshow brian]
everybody hating cause my money wallet fat
and if i holler at your sister tell that b-tch to holler back
i’m an aristocrat, an artist formerly dubbed as a democrat
they got my sh-t mistaking
cause i cook all the gristle and the fat
drop the mic like my b-lls at twelve
ocean man like i was raised by whales
i’m a r-t-rd and my life is a fail
on a daily basis, i chew down my nails
ulcer in my stomach grows up like life
life doesn’t slow down, that’s god d-mn right
got beat up by a short haired dyk-
i’m poison oak, i float around in the night, uh
i can do anything that i want, i like the sound of a b-tch when she hums
i forgot about my mental state, but don’t worry, i’m delicate
careful, spit out your gum
you’re serious and we do this for fun
back the f-ck up, don’t touch dale’s shunt
won’t stop now till my wrists in the cuffs

[verse 2: sideshow brian]
heart racing, palpitations
dale and i are ruling this nation
panic attacks, thanks obama
all i f-cking need is no money and more drama
i’m the slime that grows in the tank
i don’t hate it taking daily trips to the bank
how many foreign b-tches want to get spanked by the looney motherf-cker that escaped from shawshank
eat the cake b-tch, eat the d-mn cake
i’m the best, i’m the one that is great
aside from the fact that i’m mental
you gotta read between the lines with a paper and pencil
jinkies, i lost my gl-sses
i scramble around, my mind slow as mol-sses
who gives a f-ck whose truck is the fastest
fire as f-ck, b-tches know i’m the wackness

[bridge 1]
dale’s wheelchair needs a scrub
a bubble bath, with extra love
no joke, this sh-t straight for the tard-core
i’m a virus, call me herpe the love sore

[verse 3: sideshow brian]
my b-lls are fairly large, left a little bigger so you know he’s in charge
b-tches suck and suck until we f-ck and f-ck
and if it costs a buck, then i guess it’s good luck
toss a dime in the wishing well
and if you ever give up i hope it gives you h-ll
flow better than my matchbox sk!lls
can’t light the fuse if the tip is stale
i’ve seen my fair share of days where everything that happens is never okay
my feelings are where you threw shade
love exists only in horseshoes and hand grenades
never mind f-ggot
you know, they say if you want it then you gotta go grab it
trix are for kids you silly rabbit
i’m ’97 leo, my t-tanic is crashing

[bridge 2]
cash fast cause i k!ll f-gs, what?
hunch back like a nomad, bruh
stop thinking that the sins are a shame ’cause i f-ck in a church like every single wednesday
when i see dead casualties, what?
i know god isn’t mad at me, bruh
day break, when the leg break, bruh
more waves then a great lake, huh?

[verse 4: sideshow brian]
pour me a sweet shot of the jack
f-cked up world like cat in the hat
crunching open fireworks, oops my bad!
i just lit one off, don’t call me a slag
call me a sleaze ’cause i do what i please
‘scr-t- itching like i got a disease
i try to louse it off but i’m covered in fleas
i’m fly to these honeys, and honey’s made for bees
drop her panties, like she’s giving me a tease
she’s rocking my boat like i’m shipped out to sea
tell she’s a sl-t from her worn out knees
i’m driving drunk you should have hid my keys
hold up, no peace complaint cease
i make all the pizza with dough, no cheese
no late fees b-tch
i’m back like my style needs vitamin c

[outro: dale nasty, & tj]

[tj:]
f-ck yeah

[dale nasty:]
hey, go over there behind the house and take a huge -ss whiff

[tj:]
of what?

[dale nasty:]
dead animal

[tj:]
-sniffs-
oh god, that f-cking smells like sh-t
who f-cking sh-t themselves over here?

- cyanide and silicone

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