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Lyrify.me

The Epidemic 2 by Big Boys NYC Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

Hey there, it's Vlad, don't mind the shit bowl
Help yourself, go grab a Golden Star egg roll
Dark stories of park forties and Korber puke
Beef fizz, queef jizz, Jesus juice and peeps and poops

(Peeps and poops)

You don't my name, you don't know my face
You don't know the game, you don't know your place
I don't run the city, I don't run the block
I barely run the corner, so you can suck my cock

I'll slap your face off in a Nick Cage match in a second
The line starts to the left, and don't forget to check in
Don't worry kid, I brought acetaminophen
So I can reattach it like the Joker just to win again

(Shout out to my boy Slavik Kryklyvyy)

I'll sneak into your house and put Xanax in your anus
If you ever think of speaking at me something fucking heinous
Look at what you're wearing clown, it ain't right
Buttom-up untucked for Efukt like it's date night
(Big dick energy)

Your boots are made for walking, and walking's all you'll do
When you walk into the club and I got my dancing shoes
Dirty motherfucker, I have to sweep the floor
Before you poor whores bore me even more

(Pirouette, motherfucker)

Welcome to Vladcore, there's only one rule
We're all ranked: me, the world, you

(And that's on God, baby girl)