Sybyr – Mass Critical Error Lyrics

(Uh, huh?) Turn that down
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yuh, ayy

Thirty dead niggas in the kitchen and the attic
Forty failed beats on my drive, this the average
f**k, am I countin’? I’m not gettin’ out the masses
Draggin’ niggas out they f**kin’ house, we needa die
Wakin’ up with a heat flash, couple heat strokes, and a broken dick
Erectile dysfunction, gotta drink a pill, gotta use the nut
Make moves, nigga, f**k a talk, we been talkin’ for about fifty years
Swear to Christ I’ma be 20 with an aneurysm, and you still slackin’
Ayy, y’all rather die today? Y’all rather chat away?
Smokin’ silent grade? Oughta slap you niggas
Pass a couple fades, I’m not goin’ away
Like a terminal tumor, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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