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Chorus: Fuck wit my clique, go bye bye, fuck wit my dick, bitch take it, fuck wit my clip, just eat it, fuck with my time, we fly by. Fuck wit my clique, go bye bye, fuck wit my dick, bitch take it, fuck wit my clip, just eat it, fuck with my time, we fly by. Fuck wit my clique, go bye bye, fuck wit my dick, bitch take it, fuck wit my clip, just eat it, fuck with my time, we fly by. Fuck wit my clique, go bye bye, fuck wit my dick, bitch take it, fuck wit my clip, just eat it, fuck with my time, we fly by.

Verse: A blood eagle for everyone with big tongues & little guns; you shoot first? You better do your best, on the life or death test. Miss & you'll end up with foggy memories until you're dead in your inherent looped 40s. Groovy is the way of the wise. I shook two trees on my way to rape a bitch who wanted it. I flicked two beans, deformed vagina was the best. I saw baby boomers fucking on my journey of caress, & a few bitches posting selfies while their baby is crying in a shady background. I entered a town with my guns drawn, all long, I'm wide, I covered enough ground to be Ripdae La Wise. If I was hanging from a tree I'll be the one with perverted nigger eyes, yeah, I'm great, I sealed my own fate in the face of gold adversity plates.

Verse: Masquerade party down below, & the cellar is open, woken up on a tick & tock, she went to lock up, her rich wine storage was locked & opened by love. Her spouse at that time was the party host, & creeping inside was his mother's favorite ghost. Hand me the alcohol, pour me a glass, before I break the fourth wall, right up your ass. See, I'm no bad guy, I'm the one with hugs, I'll squeeze up your daughter just to see her blood. Little kids lurked at the start of the stairs, they chose to bright glare, superior complex, & of course dead does not mean atop of the pyramid. He never heard a pig squeal in person until his father nursed him. "What a soft Yankee" said the boogie in one bed over, as he hovered, looking at his meth with the eyes of Jehovah.

Creaky awesome floors with the souls attached, we'll walk on these when we collapse.

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from See red, stretch the floor, push the window, shooters everywhere. Scene., released February 15, 2017
Instrumentation by Nickk Dropkick.
Lyrics & Vocals by Ripdae La Wise.

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The Experimental & Noise-Hop brainchild of Ripdae La Wise & Nickk Dropkick

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