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letra de icauseriotscauseitsfun pt.2 - wafflejax

icauseriotscauseitsfun pt.2 lyrics
[intro]
(saturn)
(hallelujah)
(go chase the dream you want)
(and once you have it)
(just f-ck that sh-t up)

[verse]
yuh, i blow up all inside your head like a bazooka
be throwin’ all the sh-lls, you lost a life from koopa troopa
a hoe stay talkin’ sh-t, but yet the p-ssy smell like tuna
i’m sailin’ on the boat and straight chillin’ out of cuba
you see all of the bones that broke from punchin’ on the walls
you think that you can help me, yet you don’t pick up my calls
i’m not the biggest kid up in the park, i’m pretty small
but do not underestimate, i’ll pop you in yo jaw
ragin’ like i’m goku, super-saiyan number 3
takin’ laps all on the track, my car is in the grand prix
ak in the mob of dead, i’m on a call of duty spree
ray gun all in my possession, pull the triggеr, let it squeeze
yellin’ “f-ck thе government”, i hope they hear me clearly
i’m screamin’ at a b-tch right through the phone, her name is siri
talkin’ out your ass, but yet you silent like a mouse
when i’m about the f-ckin’ sh-ts and stand in front ya f-ckin’ house

[refrain]
clock up, the bbs loaded
stink bombs, i’ll explode it
f-ck anything you say
my time’s comin’, here to stay
times tough, but i’ll make it
tough ass hits, i’ma take it
split yo face, banana peel
beat yo sh-t, don’t you squeal (yeah!)
[verse 2]
bad energy is givin’ me the death stare
play with the devil, i’m the advocate, truth or dare?
own my train of thought, b-tch, i’m domainin’ this
i’ll f-ckin’ blow my head off, kurt cobainin’ sh-t
way too p-ssy just to grab my razor, slice my f-ckin’ wrists
would rather have you for myself and let you swallow all my kids
all you rappers crackin’ under pressure like a pack of ritz
call it quits a little bit, but spittin’ hits and k!llin’ this (yuh)
demons have me trapped up like an inmate in a cell
i’d rather be in white than be in red and burn in h-ll
head is f-cked up, dark as h-ll inside my mental
don’t try me on no funny sh-t, i’m way too temperamental
don’t need a place to crash or stay, i need a place to think
away from bad sh-t that’s been comin’ all my way, my shoulders full of weights
gotta take and claim what’s mine
f-ck a ring and f-ck a dime
see a gun, i f-ckin’ try
goin’ crazy in my mind

[outro]
da-d-da da
da-d-da
da-da da

- wafflejax

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