Sassy Foods is a home company created by Sassy the Sasquatch to make money in small portions. His food consists of inedible stuff such as drugs and petrol. His most famous food product is the Trippa Snippa, which consists of speed, weed, heroin, cocaine, mushrooms, pine-o-clean, petrol, battery acid, acid, salvia, meth, some herbs and spices and some lettuce and tomato, vodka sauce, bam-and-the-dirt-is-gone, Ajax spray and wipe, chicken and cheese all wrapped in a tortilla

TRIPPA SNIPPA (PROD. MANGET$U)

Intro For The Healing

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

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written by izzy hendrix
original composer pollen 
mixed and mastered by izzy hendrix

lyrics- 

we got a common enemy
depression seeping out of me 
i just feel alone all the time 
i can feel it in bones so i just cry and cry and cry

i wont go back to therapy
i know im sad why you telling me 
i just feel alone all the time 
i can feel it in my bones so i just cry and cry and cry

i don't need a therapist

CHILD

LYRICS:
i don’t know if i can do this anymore
either sleeping on a couch or on the floor
all i taste is blood it’s leaking out my pores
they hear my music think my life is more than yours
i’m only human
can’t you see
this life is draining the soul from me
so let’s agree to disagree
either you live or fight with me

i’m sorry to disappoint
but i don’t know how long i have
it’s getting to a point
where it feels like i’m cut in half

Listen

CUT IN HALF (PROD.FONY WALLACE & KILLJAMES)

Biv:

I ain't got too much plans
Speak on yourself in advance
Catch outta state down France
50 rack stack in the pant
Bitch I'm just not into faces
Built off the minimum wages
Heard that you off in the making
Still moving places to places
Piped up, settle down
They wish I stayed in the ground
Checks coming not a sound
Make it when no one around
No word from my town
Finally calm my life down
Still tryna talk like they earthbound
Mans popped down by the first round
She been stuck up like a poster ay
Irrelevant just like I'm supposed to be
When I come buzzing don't look for me
Irrelevant just like I'm supposed to be

Heard you gotta cop new fabric
Put it on lock, bitch cappin,
Heard you need 4 line captions
Ya bitch might like my like actions
Don't waste my time
I don't like that walk
Keep me and mines
Ain't no need for talk
Don't waste mine

Brevin Kim:

I'm not suicidal
But I'm do or die though
Swerve over that pot hole 
In my 2 seat Tahoe 
Never been a juvi' but I could be 
Sue me
Like the cool kid in a movie 
What's this about
What's this about
Spit Listerine cause a hissy fit I'm bout to make history 
Air this side out 
Always eyed out
Air this side out 
Always eyed out

Body a barrier, guarding my area
Moved out to Florida, made it my area
Garden of Eden, I’m hardly breathing
You pray to a god, I find that shit hysterical
Skipping through customs, got shit in abundance all tucked in my carry-on
Shot me a wink and then told me to carry on
Slipped me the piece like I’m running a marathon
Oh now they love me since I took over area
Stomp on a pussy for food, you a bear cub
Know you a choker the second you wear one
Turn to a blowout like Biv on a snare drum
Brevin Kim shot out the scene, they like where from?
Blood on my crease since I creased up my air ones
Money deserved, me and Bren we don’t share funds
No
Inside out my t-shirt
Inside mouth, her knees hurt
Been myself since pre-birth
You ain’t yourself man it’s obvious
Send it to Biv like I’m lobbing one up
This shit so far from a hobby to us
Keep it in drive when I’m parking the truck
You puppies you bark when you’re talking to us

Jon Lemon:

Fucked up and I’m drinking again
My side chick think I’m slipping again 
Prolly wildin' mix the lick with the gin
I’m prolly dying when I think u legit 
Modify the whip 
Tinted windows 
Got a bulletproof van 
I’m supplying hits
Hit em wit it I need more than two hands
Boutta buy a crib
Fortify the fence 
Say there’s more to where I live 
I get boreder by the second
I ain’t give a fuck bout a narrative 
I’m think there’s more to my depression
I ain’t give a fuck if I’m scarin' em
As long as I teach em a lesson 
I mean it 
Got hope don't believe it
I don’t got a hold on my demons yet
Rocky road but it’s scenic 
Had to go and switch my whole scene n shit
I just think that I’m dreaming I ain’t dying broke cause I need that brick 
I got love but don’t need that shit I’m flying low till I need that hit
Buying low cause I need that flip 
Why you crying though cause you need that bitch
Buying low cause I need that flip 
Why you crying though cause you need that bitch
Crying though cause you need that bitch

BLCKK:

I put my life in my brothers hands
Fuck living off rip shit wasn’t something I planned
Fuck a two take bitch listen how it came out
Feel the same when the pain out
What the fuck all this about
What the fuck all

Medicate myself
How to break my health
Paycheck to the deal bitch don’t ask I don’t wanna deal with it
Pray to the same shit ain’t nothing to play with
I fuck up the game bitch with something that I did
Kill a pussy if he talk loud, everybody get the fuck down
Two fists to the door down
Everybody my friend now
Till I pass out I ain’t dead bitch
Still drinking I came lit
Give a fuck who you came with turn the whole block to a range bitch

I put my life in my brothers hands
Fuck living off rip shit wasn’t something I planned
Fuck a two take bitch listen how it came out
Feel the same when the pain out

St. David Ft. Brevin Kim, Jon Lemon, & BLCKK

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