Cyanide and Silicone - Odyssey lyrics

[Verse 1: Sideshow Brian] I guzzle the tall boy Making the b**hes be wanting my small boy Nothing at all boy Jump off the boat, I'm the head of the honcho Golf Wang stitched to the back of my poncho These retards are just not from 'lahoma These 'tards are just not from 'lahoma Cause I'm from 'lahoma, it says it on the back of my diploma b**h, smell my aroma and hit that sh** I take life by the balls, and then I just grab it While you got your habits I'm sitting inside and I'm f**ing and crafting Ran out of luck so I k**ed that rabbit I don't give a f** it's in the trash you f*ggot Raise your hand if you like f*g bashing f** this b**h, now it's off crash landing [Hook] Marijuana fields pot, growing blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop, errand run and k** cops b**hes know I feel not, for 'em, stop b**hing bruh Stare and get that grill knocked open [Verse 2] One, two, three, four, how many b**hes knocking at my door? Five, six, maybe eight That's how many pussies that I'm banging per day All I do is play so I'm better off dead You can tell by the chiseled horns in my forehead After a session of an*l s** my friend We can have tea and crumpets till the f**ing world ends Word up, I got my chain all tucked It's 'ICP' on the wall with guts I take out my knife then I take out her life That was me who shoved this co*k deep in your nice wife Start a nuclear holocaust in the garage with all exhaust Watch all you suffer when I close the door and walk off I'm a hard a** with a f**ing soft co*k Decide to change your mind staring in the nuzzle of this Glock b**h a**, put the spliff down, cough some Cough syrup, mixed with sherm in this read cup Chin up and get your lips cut, slim s*uts Slim slits on the arms of these chapped c*nts [Bridge] Silicone in the ears of these b**h hoes You know you're hard, when your raised in the thin cove Fist in a b**h, yeah she fits like a thin glove This ain't torture, this is retard love, yelling [Hook] Marijuana fields pot, growing blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop, errand run and k** cops b**hes know I feel not, for 'em, stop b**hing bruh Stare and get that grill knocked open [Hook: Sideshow Brian, Dale Nasty] Marijuana fields pot, growing blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop, errand run and k** cops b**hes know I feel not, for 'em, stop b**hing bruh Stare and get that grill knocked open