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von Candy’s .22

Don′t get it twisted you just missed it in the headphones
Candy's in the graveyard and she′s dancing with her dead bones
Methadone zombie clone let it known to each his own
Gypsy king pirate prince roaming with no moon
I'm a full grown viper snake fruits are ripe and then I'll take
Make it hype for skate′s sake for your tight hate the fake

Ass motherfuckers that think you did the most

Stereotypical as always repping the west coast
You′re gonna roast in the fires that I spit off my tongue
Cause my mind is like a weapon and my mouth is the gun
Couldn't catch me half steppin since before I was young
And when me and your girl slept in it′s the song that she sung

I got it
Go get it
Sharpie's nitrous oxide and your pencil′s unleaded


Get beheaded by the dreaded overseer
See this is my mic need to make that clear
It's like an earthquake up in here when you be shakin from that fear
I′ll stick a stake up in your ear you better break when I get near
Cause I'll steer you the direction into infection of your soul
And you break out all your bling I'll turn the diamonds back to coal
I′m an animal mic-matician gone mechanical
You demand respect fuck your petty understandable
Hand a full plate to all these overfed suckers

Watch them get real fat and then we kill those motherfuckers
The hansel gretel victim system let ′em settle then I'll diss ′em
Heavy metal double fisting run the red to break a piston
Better listen or I'll take the mic and slit your wrist
And throw you in the lake of dead careers where no one even misses ′em

Who bought the dreams that they never had?
Who shot the scenes that would make 'em sad?
Who plots and schemes on their comrades?
It′s all bad, it's all bad
Who bought the dreams that they never had?
Who shot the scenes that would make 'em sad?
Who plots and schemes on their comrades?
It′s all bad, it′s all bad


I'm a nomad with a notepad so no grad school over here
But I got them wild styles so save your crocodile tears
Cheers to the people downshiftin′ on them gears
If you take a second dear we're gonna look back in the mirror
Say you got the little snake well then I got the hunting spear
You rocked a tiny cypher so I flipped your whole sphere
You need a couple bucks cause you ain′t got no career
And if I need a couple bucks I'll stick the gun on a cashier

See
Candy′s is cashmere
Others is bullshit
Not no cheap souvenir
Crackin' like a bullwhip
If you can't hack it sucker then I say you jump ship
Every single song I hear you talkin′ bout your gun grip