Harmless Creationz - Mixed Gods lyrics

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Harmless Creationz - Mixed Gods lyrics

(Verse 1: Kyd Scenario) HC Zombie Gang I suggest you stay your lane Cause all we want is bank accounts, with big amounts a f**ing brain Richard Lymon, Stephen King can both admit we're both insane Cause I roll a spliff, light the piff and spit out open flames Stupid lames, keep on thinking the its a f**ing game Talk sh** and I'm inflicting Major Paynes like Damon Wayans Then I'll take your dame, Then I'll take her all the way to Spain Just to get a tan, you understand man that's the perks of fame (swag) Your lyrical lordship, the metaphors like a swordsman Sharp enough to cut heads and hot enough to scorch 'em We're like the Four Horseman, so y'all need to learn to forfeit Eat rappers in large portions, instead of plates we use a forklift Me and Dillon joined forces, a deadly combination Running for mayor in my city, peep my conglomeration It's funny how all my doubters say I wouldn't make it Now I'm the trending topic in every one their conversations Thanks for waiting, been a long time since a decapitation Told ya I was warming up, now I'm back and dedicated Yeah I love your patience, And please excuse me about my lateness So swallow your pride and chase it down with my greatness (Verse 2: Dillon McCluskey) Sitting in my room reading old magazines Old news in Pro Tools with a catalog like Macy's Float on like a parade, times ticking I can't wait I'm desperate and this my last shot, hope I don't fade away Washed up, cup over, I'm nauseous I'm the alcoholic at your office Is it ever too late to party? Smoke a bowl, get f**ed like Mr. Marcus Yes I'm awesome! IPhone on shuffle, shuffle like my Iggy Woods poster I'm never home and I'm never sober And when I am my friends never come over And when they do, they act like they don't even know what a coaster is f**ing losers, pissing away my life for dead dreams So pissed like I need new bed sheets (are you kidding me?) Apologize for whatever tomorrow brings I'm sorry, I just hate being eighteen