Chicks With Dicks ft. Instinct Guarantee Lyrics

High heat, out here stuffin' bleachers...

Aw, fuckin' shit, bitch! Pussy!

Wouldn't you like to know, Weather Boy?

Eighteen, slide in on a beat, yuh

I fiend, I do what I need t'uh

Fly free, angel on my wings, yuh

Hype beast, pilot havin' seizures

High heat, out here stuffin' bleachers

Nice eats, dinin' with my features

Giant meat, sayin' "Suck it" to ya' teachers

Fuck you all, including all you preachers

Now that's a separation between church and mindstate

That's heaven catchin' hurt with a divine hate

Another lesson I should have learned in ninth grade

Missed the message, gender-bent until I break

Breakin' benches, your fat ass still got the shakes

Jumpin' fences, in your yard, I got your rake

Rakin' money, it's your life I'm gonna take

Takin' name, face on a shirt, body in a lake

Fuckin' annihilate ya', plia's, raza's

Hide ya' face, I'm Micheal Myers, Jason

File ya' brain and isolate ya'

Mind go blank, recognize a stranga'

Stealin' tanks, this beat is in danger

Dangerous skanks havin' babies in a manger

Fucked by God? Got that shit on paper?

God came in you and said "See you later,"?

Shit, that sounds like me wit' my last chick

Hit it, then bounce, 'cause she stretched like elastic

Don't want your ass, bitch, just tryna get my sack licked

One of us is batshit because her body's made of plastic

I think that chick is ratchet, to see her would be drastic

Snapchattin' big tits, but she's not fantastic

Freaky little beast got you callin' into work sick

This girl got you broke just tryna get your dick licked

Chicks with dicks

Chicks with dicks

Chicks with dicks

Chicks with dicks

Chicks with dicks

Chicks with dicks

Chicks with dicks

Devin! D-D-D-Devin!

While we're at it, heard there's a party, I just came

Not to the party, chicks with dicks? My jeans are stained

Not just partly, I'm not just sick, I'm deranged

Like Jesus Christ, she came a-cross my wood, I need saved

G-T-A heist, stealin' your shit so I get paid

I know the layout, this isn't some random raid

While you're in Florida, thinkin' you got it made

I'm in your house, cleanin' it out, but I ain't no damn maid

Maid? I perform, actin' like I made it

Bass thumpin', throwin. concerts for the rats that's in my basement

Hey, you've been warned, if its facts, well, then I say it

They tell me I act insane when I'm actin' sane, shit

Push through the pain, weakness leavin' the brain shit

I'm insane? What qualifies you to say shit?

Needle in the vein, shootin' up another hit

Keep fuckin' wit' me dog, and wonder why you get bit

Bitch, don't act like you never hearda' me

Bloody Hands because I Murda Beatz

You actin' like a serpentine

I cut the grass, the ferns, the trees

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!

The trees burn ferociously

Bodies melt relentlessly

Napalm falling effortlessly

I hope you see them in your dreams

In your fucking dreams is where we be

Freddy Kreuger just less carefully

Don't need shells, you're a snail to me

Keep it poppin' like a snare in beats

Beats be droppin' like gorditas in the heat

mic's we droppin' 'cause we got too much heat

No, your girl can't come, she can't fit in the seat

You can say "Uncle", bitch, just accept defeat

Marshal!

Who failed the health inspection?

We failed the health inspection?

Because we don't have a manager