A Cereal Killa
• Written by YoungBoi
wake up in the morning and i go bout my way
finna grab a bowl countin bites im gonn take
got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug
pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug
pour it all up and i watch it spill slow
try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio
livin life fast so i never need a brake
leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes
found a couple bunnies, they was nothin but some trix
so i had no problem when i left em in a ditch
my mind ain't right, it's full of grainy thoughts
there ain't no tellin when i'll snap crackle pop
you look at me funny or i even get a hunch
stomp yo head out, call me capt'n crunch
i do it just for kicks, even if i got no strife
break every fiber until you got no life
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YoungBoi
Member since April 7 2013