Cyanide and Silicone - Dead Animal Flow lyrics

[Intro: Dale Nasty] Yeah, that's f**ing dead animal bro [Verse 1: Sideshow Brian] 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** mistaking Cause 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 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 You're 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 [Verse 2: Sideshow Brian] 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 How many foreign b**hes want to get spanked by the looney 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 gotta 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 1] 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 3: Sideshow Brian] 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, 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 than my matchbox sk**s 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 Titanic is crashing [Bridge 2] 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 then a great lake, huh? [Verse 4: Sideshow Brian] 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 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 s*ut 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**h I'm back like my style needs Vitamin C [Outro: Dale Nasty, & TJ] [TJ:] f** yeah [Dale Nasty:] Hey, go over there behind the house and take a huge a** whiff [TJ:] Of what? [Dale Nasty:] Dead animal [TJ:] *sniffs* Oh God, that f**ing smells like sh** Who f**ing sh** themselves over here?