Viet Cong Sniper Chick
Kubrick flick
Two lips
Cool whip licks
And lashes
Footage
Not for the masses
We like dice
That always land right
Loaded off the Broc
As if I was a warehouse dock
Your played out plots
Was watched
And adjusted for
Accordingly
Four quarters
Of the disorderly's
Nothing short of me
Teleporting me
To the motherland
Is the next step
Filling in the blanks
Of omitted text
That was best kept
For the agenda's
They used to sell us
Still sell us
On the table
Like Vendors
Light benders
Shaping words
Into a light
Sentence
Mic Mittens
Glow orange
When I'm pouring
Temperatures on it
Spawn tentacles forward
And take whatever I please
Cut my limb
And it regenerate
I bleed
Alien Green
She said
I look like Roger
From American Dad
I told her
That's why your pops
Is on H
Like a Chopper
On a Helipad
You hella mad
Now run and tell em that
Down the hill
Rolling stone
Sling mud
When the mud thrown
Befriend the best buds
Grown
Shed a tear
When I smoke em
Like G Money
Genetically
Modifying
Seed
To make tree money
From Branches
Banking
Off the painted canvas
You can't get this everywhere
Like Good Service
The wood purge
Through cervix
Paid with a purpose
Make the cream rise
To the surface
Three eyes
On the lurkers
Bring discomfort
To my nervous
System
Gotta clip em
Like a Vlad interview
Segment
The minuscule
Prototype
To Pinnacle
No types identical
Want me
As a trophy
In a cleared space
Sitting on a mantle
In the Living-l room
Ate from a silver spoon
Never knew wealth
In the financial sense anyway
I always knew self
Big belly
Heavyweight
With two belts
And a tool belt
Equipped with everything necessary
To make the cool felt
Like I work in HVAC
Spit it out
No take backs
Like when my pops
Switched to the tape player
From the A track
Days of the Monte Carlo Beige
That was way back
Run it
Like I owe somebody money
This the payback
SickInTheHead - Viet Cong Sniper Chick Lyrics
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English
Viet Cong Sniper Chick
Kubrick flick
Two lips
Cool whip licks
And lashes
Footage
Not for the masses
We like dice
That always land right
Loaded off the Broc
As if I was a warehouse dock
Your played out plots
Was watched
And adjusted for
Accordingly
Four quarters
Of the disorderly's
Nothing short of me
Teleporting me
To the motherland
Is the next step
Filling in the blanks
Of omitted text
That was best kept
For the agenda's
They used to sell us
Still sell us
On the table
Like Vendors
Light benders
Shaping words
Into a light
Sentence
Mic Mittens
Glow orange
When I'm pouring
Temperatures on it
Spawn tentacles forward
And take whatever I please
Cut my limb
And it regenerate
I bleed
Alien Green
She said
I look like Roger
From American Dad
I told her
That's why your pops
Is on H
Like a Chopper
On a Helipad
You hella mad
Now run and tell em that
Down the hill
Rolling stone
Sling mud
When the mud thrown
Befriend the best buds
Grown
Shed a tear
When I smoke em
Like G Money
Genetically
Modifying
Seed
To make tree money
From Branches
Banking
Off the painted canvas
You can't get this everywhere
Like Good Service
The wood purge
Through cervix
Paid with a purpose
Make the cream rise
To the surface
Three eyes
On the lurkers
Bring discomfort
To my nervous
System
Gotta clip em
Like a Vlad interview
Segment
The minuscule
Prototype
To Pinnacle
No types identical
Want me
As a trophy
In a cleared space
Sitting on a mantle
In the Living-l room
Ate from a silver spoon
Never knew wealth
In the financial sense anyway
I always knew self
Big belly
Heavyweight
With two belts
And a tool belt
Equipped with everything necessary
To make the cool felt
Like I work in HVAC
Spit it out
No take backs
Like when my pops
Switched to the tape player
From the A track
Days of the Monte Carlo Beige
That was way back
Run it
Like I owe somebody money
This the payback
Kubrick flick
Two lips
Cool whip licks
And lashes
Footage
Not for the masses
We like dice
That always land right
Loaded off the Broc
As if I was a warehouse dock
Your played out plots
Was watched
And adjusted for
Accordingly
Four quarters
Of the disorderly's
Nothing short of me
Teleporting me
To the motherland
Is the next step
Filling in the blanks
Of omitted text
That was best kept
For the agenda's
They used to sell us
Still sell us
On the table
Like Vendors
Light benders
Shaping words
Into a light
Sentence
Mic Mittens
Glow orange
When I'm pouring
Temperatures on it
Spawn tentacles forward
And take whatever I please
Cut my limb
And it regenerate
I bleed
Alien Green
She said
I look like Roger
From American Dad
I told her
That's why your pops
Is on H
Like a Chopper
On a Helipad
You hella mad
Now run and tell em that
Down the hill
Rolling stone
Sling mud
When the mud thrown
Befriend the best buds
Grown
Shed a tear
When I smoke em
Like G Money
Genetically
Modifying
Seed
To make tree money
From Branches
Banking
Off the painted canvas
You can't get this everywhere
Like Good Service
The wood purge
Through cervix
Paid with a purpose
Make the cream rise
To the surface
Three eyes
On the lurkers
Bring discomfort
To my nervous
System
Gotta clip em
Like a Vlad interview
Segment
The minuscule
Prototype
To Pinnacle
No types identical
Want me
As a trophy
In a cleared space
Sitting on a mantle
In the Living-l room
Ate from a silver spoon
Never knew wealth
In the financial sense anyway
I always knew self
Big belly
Heavyweight
With two belts
And a tool belt
Equipped with everything necessary
To make the cool felt
Like I work in HVAC
Spit it out
No take backs
Like when my pops
Switched to the tape player
From the A track
Days of the Monte Carlo Beige
That was way back
Run it
Like I owe somebody money
This the payback
Writer: Brandon Stewart
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid