Cyanide and Silicone - Clay Pigeons lyrics

[Verse 1: Sideshow The King] f**ing it up b**h, I'm f**ing the game f**ing around, f**ed a b**h till she came I don't give a f**, I say I'm the same Looking at you, the living version of shame And I'm staying the same until someone can put me up into my place A tree house to hang in, a boat by the bay A nice bed to bang in a b**h everyday, they say it's no way Filming all the time, never quit the grind If you see my out in public I'll commit a hate crime Cause I never gave a f** about the rhymes Weirdo, brought up to be one, ergo you've never seen a Motherf**er quite like me When I walk out in public it's a site to see, cause I'm an OG A nice foreign b**h to wax the boots, and pick the fruits And help a motherf**er pick his suits A really nice cutie got a booty better wax it But the titties in my face so now I'm f**ing distracted That's a set of double D's, better help me contract it But the only thing that I'm dividing are those legs It's exciting (it's exciting, b**h) [Verse 2: Arsini] Hey, this beat is really good Yo, my rhymes are like a hood Cuz you starve when you're in 'em Want more because they are hardly a gimmick And they shield you of all of the sh** that Makes you feel pain, so you start with a tid bit And then soon enough it sparks in the engine I've been here for about 7 years Since the day that I crowded the mirror Since then, there's been a mountain of tears From companies, religious groups, and others grounded in fear FBI surrounded their ears For a threat all they could find was a mountain of weird That's my tears, cum, sweat and a thousand more here Here's a taste, have the sound be more clear I'm complex guy, or girl, or bi-nary is my gender Cause the words you like never really matter I'm a virgin kike spitting stupid rhymes until I burp the mic, uh [Outro: Arsini]