Rayn - Chicks With Dicks (feat. Instinct Guarantee) Lyrics

High heat, out here stuffin' bleachers...
Aw, f*ckin' 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
F*ck 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

F*ckin' 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
F*cked 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 f*ckin' 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 f*cking 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