Kunci: C major
Verse 1
say than I'm laconic
Shy and torrid, like the
Sonics and my logic's hyperbolic
This here's
Backlash, but different to
Susan
Faludi
My music makes your brain dance to yawl,
a bruise on your booty
Catapult, rap revolt,
mouth assault on a broken calculator
Pen hits the page and it sounds
like a powder paper
Wow, invader, whose photographic
memory be spittin' magenta
100 % heartfelt, dark tales,
no hidden agenda
Anthems that haunt handsome
whores who say, fuck
Santa
Claus
I'd sit on bears' laps and get
scratched by panda paws
Just an absurdist wordsmith,
nervous bitch, I hardly rap
I don't rhyme through a mic,
I rhyme through a party hat
With a silver -coloured heart,
a la carte, avocado, kappamaki
I don't experiment with drugs,
I experiment with rubber duckies in bar tubs
Floating toasters in a boat
of no -string focus
Ferocious opening opus,
coaxing jokers into hoaxing hoaxers
See, to me,
everything's just pixelated
Teacher asks, where's your homework?
And I say, the pixel ate it
I don't look at life like it's
a disgraced rap race
So look alive through the eyes of
someone shit -faced on
Cascade
That dame's hella weird,
she yells and cheers and then
Belts her tears and it helps her
sculpt her pelvic beard
That's just in the
Celtic years, not your average chick
I'm a maverick, blabber, ink,
love all my people
Whether they're out of shrink or
Arabic
Everyone's just tryna jump
on the bandwagon
But I'm just chasing the back
of the damned dragon
The mad madam,
compliments ain't what I fish for
Like his squawks, big talk,
stabs his balls with a pitchfork
Everyone's just tryna jump
on the bandwagon
That I am just
Chase in the back of a damned dragon
A mad madam,
her compliments ain't what I fish for
My hiss -hawks, quick talks,
that was his score to the pitchfork
My raps sound like the bang
that gunpowder leaves
Only difference I don't shoot bullets,
I shoot sunflower seeds
Verbal bulletproof, full of truth,
I'm the lonelier spider
Find myself turning from
Spider -Man to
Tobey
Maguire
Must be all that cinnamon cinema,
sinning in singular
Who do you think you are?
There's a bit of us in every single star
How do I know that?
Well, I read a book a week
Then bash myself in the face with it
till I get crooked teeth
Everyone's just trying to
jump on the bandwagon
But I'm just chasing the
back of a damn dragon
A mad madam compliments
ain't what I fish for
I hiss, squawk, spit, talk, stab, diss,
gore to the pitchfork
Everyone's just trying to
jump on the bandwagon
But I'm just chasing the
back of a damn dragon
A mad madam compliments
ain't what I fish for
I hiss, squawk, spit, talk, stab,
diss, gore to the pitchfork
Every day I go through cardiac arrest
Every time there's a war,
there's also a party at the press
Sephardic manifest,
shan't be that depressed
As a fugitive, when I was a baby,
I was so dope
I had the hugest crib with
gold -plated bars
And platinum -tinged
knitted linen
Lamborghini,
Mags, and mini -toy cars
Two fits of women,
spit nursery rhymes
Urquell,
Steve
Kine, verbally blew a kiss
Cutest kid,
then I went downhill and I grew into this
A weak and dark streak
with a sheepish bark
And a piece of glass,
one thing I've learned from pop
Britney kicks
Christina's ass, no questions asked
This ain't no
Q &A, this is more like a
craft class
As someone passed a
Q &K through the way
You telling it's time to
drop the anchor line
Find myself turning into some
handsome kind of
Frankenstein
I don't mean to scare you or
to make a weak statement
I only want what's free,
that's why I joined the
Freemasons
Now you know how my mind works,
now you got me figured out
The people want mansion music,
suddenly they're sick of house
Give it to them if they fight back,
I'll make up with essay louder
Ask my sensei how,
but hell do I turn my dead brain louder
Chatter, rapper,
leave the rig to scale famished
Macromantics woke up dancers who
cause us hail damage
Macromantics woke up dancers who
cause us hail damage
Macromantics woke up dancers who
cause us hail damage
Everyone's just trying to
jump on the bandwagon
But I'm just chasing the
back of a damn dragon
A mad madam,
compliments ain't what I fish for
My hiss, squawk, spit talk, stabs,
discourse with a pitchfork
Everyone's just trying to
jump on the bandwagon
That I'm just chasing the
back of a damned dragon
A mad madam,
compliments ain't what I fish for
My hits score, spit talk,
stabs his balls to the punchboard
Everyone's just trying to jump
on the bandwagon
That I'm just chasing the
back of a damned dragon
A mad madam,
compliments ain't what I fish for
My hits score, spit talk,
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