Camboi Smif - Tread Lightly lyrics

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Camboi Smif - Tread Lightly lyrics

[VERSE 1] The delivery room I walk in baring a magnum f** a mother in labor Without wearing a magnum The father can't stop me Cuz I stab him and gag him Not even nurses and doctors I f**ing bag 'em and tag 'em Shove my motherf**ing arm Down inside of that b**h mouth Grab the baby by the ankle Yank quick to get ripped out Of the throat and momma choke A little giggle slipped out Cuz I'm thinking about the silly Body bag I picked out Take the infant by force Make it stare into the corpse Until it learns to speak the words "My dead mommy is a who*e" Make it face the 44 Paint it's brain onto the floor Swing by the nursery and Turn it into a morgue I stood over the shoulder of James Holmes when I told him To walk in with the automatic Weapons and unload 'em Really bumming out mother f**ers all across Colorado So for compensation, they Went and legalized marijuana Looking a child in the eye Say to him he gonna die Then when he begins to cry All he wants to know is why So I tell that little f*ggot It would be my delight It's because this is what you get Just for being five Even Gary Busey says That I'm a f**in crazy n***a The only feeling I'm giving to Other people is rigor Mortis, lyin f**in still there Ain't no telling what I do to 'em I just know that when I k** 'em I make 'em say my pseudonym [VERSE 2] I f**in murder effective You can call me affectionate Ride your a** in traffic So I can eat the excrement Reverse the situation and Crash to get a settlement Eyeballing the damage and Give an accurate estimate Cutting off your head for Improper etiquette Leave me your possessions In your last will and testament Makin s** to your pets Because I am petulant Parokeet skeet Is my favorite element I'll s** your dick slow cuz You're dead and it's delicate Pump and swirl my method I confess I am a Methodist, drinking Pesticide all the time I'm probably a pessimist I'm a lesser human being I guess I am a Mexican Supporter of abortions I'm non-prolific The voices in my head Be speaking in hieroglyphics Bust in b**hes a**es Cuz I'm so an*lytic Got her s**ing on my balls This b**h be ballistic Never wear lipstick When I s** a dude's dick But my lipgloss is popping When I'm tossing dude's sh** Like salads with a bunch Of feekle matter on it Be sippin on bleach Mixed with gin tonics My life is such a joke That I will die a comic Two Adams, no Eve This sh** is diatomic It doesn't take a hipster To say it's ironic That I'm slow in the head But I move super sonic Go figga, my n***a Loose trigga, get bigga Same mother, lame lover Blaine Tucker, "muh f**a" Shove my f**ing balls Right into your infant's mouth Then shove that little f**er In the crevice of the couch You think you're hot sh** I ain't heard about you, spick I'll snatch your f**in beats And mash the cartilage out ya dick I got Josh Duhamel Beheaded in a ditch Burn down ya whole hood Where's ya Safe Haven now, b**h

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