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item abuse - b3ric lyrics

before i check the mic
i gotta clarify i am playing chess we are not alike (ooh)
your playing checkers, you ight?
i guess that’s how you p*wns are tonight
but now its time to write on the page
i forget my jockstrap, i go nuts on this stage
where i store bars like a squirrel with an acorn
instead of sitting on my bed watching g*y p*rn

answer you, step on me and you’ll end up slipping
run the track and step on a banana peel flipping
falling over, red rover failing through and ripping
thinking your tough in a bad mood
you talk rough, ok? and you should
these b*tches make my fire bigger, they give mе wood
so birth the hate, i ‘ll k!ll you i sound ultra
give mе an item and imma abuse the entendre
straight cold with the belt i’m giving cool whips
i spit sublimation with the way i move my lips
i don’t see the science in this basis
but i don’t see why you are up in arms with this
you just push me up, then nothing works out
try to get stronger, but a match is a blowout
suck my d*ck, but the tickets are all sold out

came from aiming at the glass couldn’t see fine
to getting my shot with my 9
outta 9. with every line so fanatic
you’d thought i would drink with an automatic

say i am not close to an artist you need to capture
the fact that you haven’t seen any of my pictures
i don’t even feel any of the pressure
thats how i still pass in flying colors
and i’ve already drawn a mark
but now its time to cover the canvas so stark

and there’s more sh*t for you to complain with
they say i can’t even rap i guess i am a myth
time to bust them with their bubble rap
and hit them with the beat
great them with a repeat
i guess i am father time but am called n0body
that explains why these b*tches call me daddy
even tho last year when it was 20 we won
but now its different except its 20 too
its also hard to hear that i am too quiet and lyrical
what did you expect? me to mumble? that ain’t musical
i had to k!ll in silent. now i revive with blare
gotta turn the hate down but keep speaker at the top stair

it doesn’t matter how sk!ll or my attitude be
i always will have dem haters from a*z
but i always got some people cold, up with hands
i am never gonna be unthankful for the fans
but if i become too cold i’ll probably pop a dozen xans
c*ck a shotgun, hold it to my head
and lie on the bed, covered in red, heart confirmed as dead
but those odds are the same as a satellite
getting struck by lightning in the ocean at a campsite

below and behold my satellite creates a no fly zone
while these f*ckers try to jump to me like its sky zone
funny yous talking smack like you got a stack
of 52 but yous missing a whole team as a pack
jokers try to be the ace but the king is back
sh*t (drop sound)
(5 seconds)

5 second rule? i only eat what’s on my plate
b*tter fingers, frustrated that i’m in this state
it must be how i keep dropping sh*t
going to start a new bit
right off the bite in the night
you know its hunger for tha fight
and yous gotta be smart too with the grind
if knowledge is power than i am einstein
except i think with my d*ck so b*tches come blow my mind
who would’ve thought i flew(flu) this high up
like pink eye, i knew(new) how this game erupt
its how i’ve grown(groan) since the sounds
i just arrived to here(hear) these clowns
who think they great(grate) when they aloud
b*tches cheese the cloud
they must be high to think they are beside me
you know its time to end ‘em when they call that sh*t a rap(wrap)

so until my demise, from the word of the wise
imma run those, trying to convince me stop ethos
as guests(guessed) thrown out like b*tches n hoes

they don’t think like me but we still look in days (daze)
cause i always look to the later
i go to what i want to do i ain’t no waiter
but i’ll still serve you up a present toon
i guess i am like santa but its every moon
because when it comes to hoes i get them all
i gotta go raw, in the bathroom stall
she goes hammer (why) she jacks it all

mentally i am so scrambled and scrabbled (duh)
and this is all without being labeled
let me put my name on me here with a staple
as a staple got a b*tch i syrup(stir up) and i call her maple

i feel like i am about to run a race *ooh ooh*
let me cut to the chase *ooh ooh*
like i am running with scissors *snip snip*
because i’ll cut with this cut to the bores *cut*
if i even spotted the noose *choke*
i would cut it with anything i can use *cut*
thats some real item abuse

- b3ric lyrics

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