IC5P13K - 3 Blind Mice

Look, fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on, fuck them shoes, fuck your socks with the bell on it, fuck your gay ass fairy faggot accent, fuck them cheap ass cigars, fuck your yuck mouth teeth, fuck your hair piece, fuck your chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie, fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen, this is America, my president is black and my Lambo is blue nigga, now get the fuck out my hotel room
Some days I can't think straight, I don't know what I'ma do, I be sicker than the fuckin' flu, who is you? Chillin' with my crew, used to have a 12-mile-a-boo, didn't have a clue what I wanna do with my fuckin' life
Used to cook beats up on splice, cookin' beats up like it's rice, I ain't never gonna take advice, turn the lights off, chillin' with the three blind mice
Used to be breezy so nice, now you know I'm breezy propane, man that shit insane, skim white like cocaine, and you know them days when I was a no-name, didn't have no fame, didn't have no chain

In the studio cultivatin' my own lane, when I hit it good, breezes cry, said my name in vain, told me that she wanna travel, so I took her ass to Spain, now they call me Blue Rhino, how I spit all this flame
Call me John, cause you know I'm always walkin' with my cane, you know we countin' chickens, kinda like canes, I'm an oil rig, the way I burn my pain, I can't smoke reg, always keep dang, try to sound like me, boy we not the same
Beat like a tiger, but this kid he tame, the sky outta sight, space is where I aim, I be on the moon, I can't feel the rain, TGIF, don't play this, not a game
Bass explodes, Bombay, yeah we smokin', Pompeii, slanted, Tom Payne, shoebox, no bang

Never hand over my money, not even change, I'm King Kong, bitch, better keep me caged, they call me Ant, always keep it frank, all gas, not brake, better check the tank
Some days I get these straight, I don't know what I'ma do, I be sicker than the fuckin' flu, who is you, chillin' with my crew, used to have a 12, now a boo, didn't have a clue what I wanna do with my fuckin' life
Used to cook beats upon splice, cookin' beats up like it's rice, I ain't never gonna take advice, turn the lights off, chillin' with the 3 blind mice, one more time
Used to cook beats upon splice, cookin' beats up like it's rice, I ain't never gonna take advice, turn the lights off, chillin' with the 3 blind mice, where's the ice, babe, honest bitch

Written by:
Brady Beaudoin, Jacob Staples

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