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letra de what twomad saw - spiked baby

[intro: spiked baby & nazelix]
saw, what twomad saw
fuh’ i needa stop messin’ up… and smokin’ crack

[verse 1: nazelix & spiked baby]
ayy
m, 40, taken
ten lines of coke on the table
meth smoke on the cable tv
we need some more weed
orgy, alone again
postpone the fent for more instead
galore of s-x and m-st-rbation
faster, pacin’ round the city, rapin’ titties
80 allegations, but i ‘on’t give a f-ck
truck full of drugs for my lungs, that’s fun
might go to oregon again for the ninth month
i like my b-tches like my drugs, white as f-ck
i hope ppl get secondhand dope smoke from me
openly, in a train station
place it around like jason, oops i mеant slender
s-x offеnder, dui, again/forever
text while gettin’ pressured by the popo and… censored
i’m like cool cat, ‘cause i love ‘em kids
i been fumblin’ since i’ve been tucked in my —- —- (-uck)
danglin’ ding dang showin’ to the kiddy
musty ass f-ggot crackin’ out his bas-m-nt
that’s me
tactic of goin’ on discord
avid with e-s-x and l-stin’ at a pfp, it’s more worse than ya think
i f-ckin’ stink
ruckus with my noodle, too cool for the quirky twinks
jackin off to asher roth applesauce vid’s in my locked room
c-ck gloomin’, dirty things happenin’ at my doom
groomin’ 13 year old’s cuz i’m cold-blooded, no crip
told this b-tch alyshea, “please just die!”
spiked told me, “homie can u do a feature?”
and why would i decline? this psycho is just like me
my music’s good, and well, he’s spikey
movin’ on, dikeyshea was so weak, she couldn’t even fight me
tryna f-ck with my psyche and sh-t
she wouldn’t answer, i contemplated, f-ckin’, just… quittin’
“f-ck this”, i said in my mind
zipped a line, sniffed it fine
i need a liposuction for these type of f-ckin’ ups
eat a bucket of canes sauce
smoke rocks and coke off
built like a hippopotamus, that’s part of what the problem is
this song is posthumous
longin’ sh-t for pharmacy departments, eh
jarvis? tell me how to fix my breath
and he said “ayy dawg, you’ll be fine, just smoke a sh-t ton of meth”
my right side said (no chance!)
my left said (oh yeah!)
got cracker docs sayin’ “yeah, man, this blackie dead”
practically tacklin’ the grim reaper
but i ain’t slim, g
hmf, need respect, quick
go get my meth kit
overwatch go in hand
landin’ on my last k!ll
credit where due
[verse 2: spiked baby as twomad]
he like em young, he spread his tongue
too bad the drugs got to his lung
and when the opps found him alone?
they found him f-ckin’ with a drug
i’m on fentanyl, b-tch, i can drive right through a class
i failed my exam, all ’cause i drive while being drunk
i mean, f-ck this sh-t, “school zone” up my ass
i’m on fentanyl b-tch, i can step up the gas
man, i’m worse than p. diddy, i like them better in the womb
and when the kids say they don’t like me, i keep goin’ zoom
i make the sperm bloom, i like to groom
when the little kids see me, they know it’s their doom
i bust it to b-tches on tiktok, doing them lip syncs
i like them fine ass shawties, ranging from 1 to 6
then i dial em’ up, so i can show them my di-i-
soft chord
sit in my chair, overdosing on cocaine
then we got some fent, overloading my brain
i got white flashes, right before my eyes
yet all i’m rememberin’ is 5 year olds on my thighs (really n-gga?)

[verse 3: spiked baby]
i see the skies, now twomad flies
n0body cries, and for the children it’s a prize
so what did he see? a whole lotta kid
and keep in mind all i am singing is his sh-t
so i don’t chase minors, but i know he does
too bad he down there now, he got thrown under the bus
he ain’t one of us, but he one with the kids
he sell em’ at an auction, he ask em for bids
yet soon enough, he’ll be ejecting other liquids
he openin em wide, he openin’ his eyelids
and ooh, now he goes back to the sky
then sent back down to fly, bye bye
he let out a sigh, knowing the kids are high
yet down underneath, that’s how twomad died
[bridge: nazelix]
(this is what twomad saw before he died!
this is what twomad saw before he died, yeah!
this is what twomad saw before he died!
this is what twomad saw before he died, yeah!)
ayy, twomad, i just got information from god
u- yeah, he said you not goin’ to heaven, bro
g- tough luck, man
(sh-t)

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