BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
- Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
- (Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All American terrorist
- Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
- And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
- And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
- Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
- So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
- Narrow, tight line, might impair him since
- I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
- Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
- Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
- La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up
- Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
- Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
- And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous
- Call him bloated till he show 'em that the flow deluxe
- Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
- Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
- And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was numb
- The culprit of the potent punch
- Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup
- Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck
- Shittin' like his colon bust
- Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
- Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices
- I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
- Stay gold till the case closed and the story end
- Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it
- To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips
- Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
- Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass
- Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in torso and face
- Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
- Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
- As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky
- So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
- Back like lateral passin'
- With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
- As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
- Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please
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