Cyanide and Silicone - Dead Animal Flow (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] f** you all, this is the last song of the evening... Bandit k**a: Yeah, that's f**in' dead animal bruh [Verse 1: Sideshow The King] Everybody hating cause my money wallet fat And if I holler at your sister tell that b**h to holler back I'm an aristocrat, an artist formerly dubbed as a democrat They got my sh** mistaken cuz I cook all the gristle and the fat Drop the mic like my balls at twelve Ocean man like I was raised by whales I'm a retard 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 damn right I got beat up by a short haired dyke 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**h when she hums I forgot about my mental state but don't worry, I'm delicate Careful, spit out your gum, your serious and we do this for fun Back the f** up, don't touch Dale's shunt Won't stop now till my wrists in the cuffs Heart racing, palpitations, Dale and I are ruling this nation Panic attacks, thanks Obama All I f**ing 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 And how many foreign b**hes want to get spanked By that loony motherf**er that escaped from Shawshank Eat the cake b**h, eat the damn cake I'm the best, I'm the one that is great Aside from the fact that I'm mental You got to read between the lines with a paper and pencil Jinkies, I lost my gla**es I scramble around, my mind slow as mola**es Who gives a f** whose truck is the fastest Fire as f**, b**hes know I'm the Wackness [Bridge: Sideshow The King] Dale's wheelchair needs a scrub A bubble bath with extra love No joke, this sh** straight for the tard-core I'm a virus, call me herpe the love sore [Verse 2: Sideshow The King] My balls are fairly large Left a little bigger so you know he's in charge b**hes s** and s** until we f** and f** And if it costs a buck, well 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 hell Flow better in my matchbox sk**s I can't like 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 But love exists only in horseshoes and hand grenades Never mind f*ggot You know they said if you want it then you gotta go grab it Trix are for kids you silly rabbit I'm '97 Leo, my Titanic is crashing Cash fast cause I k** f*gs, what? Hunch back like a nomad, bruh Stop thinking that the sins are a shame Cause I f** 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 than a great lake, huh? Pour me a sweet shot of the Jack f**ed 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 Scrote 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 from bees Drop her panties like she's giving me a tease She's rocking my boat like I'm shipped out to sea Can tell she's a s*ut from her worn out knees I'm driving drunk, you should've hid my keys Hold up, no peace complaint cease I make all the pizza with dough, no cheese No late fees b**h, I'm back like my style needs Vitamin C [Verse 3: Bandit k**a] Cyanide and Silicone, rolling up on dirty hoes Shout out to all thirty bros, and all the dirty Joes Sideshow's Dick Jones, he got dick jokes k** a mother f**er if they don't even get those Never see me at a f*g show, bro we got mad hoes Chilling like your riding up and down them gold poles Triple six k**ing it, we do it for the thrill of it Grew up not like you still s**ing on your mommas tit Never in the it crowd, we scream our name so loud We'll never be slowed down, we got some fans they so down sh**s whack, we fight back, what? Put f*gs in the body bags, bruh Never cared for a b**h hoe Now she's showing up at our local big shows Fame is the name of our big game, what? Too fast to outlast, bruh Cause you don't want to start with us Play p**y and you get f**ed With a bang bang trying to make it in our big game So go and cop our sh** and help us bring the f**ing flames Hold the wheel if you can f**ing steer it Drop motherf**ers with these dope a** lyrics It's an end for you I can feel we're near it Watch for dead rappers on the scene till we clear it [Hidden Outtakes] *Yo, I'm bagging. Dirty diapers in the back, f**ing rash. That's what's on my a**. It itches like crazy *Your mom was wrong for raising a bunch of f** boys, kick their f**ing teeth in cause obviously she raised sh**. Take.. aw dude, I'm rapping as Brian *I'm the king of the west call me Wyatt Earp. I'm that slim motherf**er with a diet slurp. You got me wrapped in these laces untie it sir, cause I'm ducking my phone, please do not disturb