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lightwork orange - coconut wolf lyrics

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intro:

krohmeconut!
what up krohme?

verse 1:

nothing rhymes with orange?
i’ll do it sober, y’all stoned as a gorgon
so raw i might rebirth this like horus
a nonconformist throwing a wrench in your quorum
but nothing rhymes with orange

if you about bad decorum and extortion
i bring more fire than canada leaving the north singed
might burn a bridge scorching to misfortune
and that’s just because nothing rhymes with orange

let me marathon this and keep the torch lit
no time for the tortoise
the torque ripped and roaring winds
morphed into f6 whirlwinds without warning
the storm tint was
orange

verse 2:
y’all are bidin’ your time like four six

it’s the final curtain
and you’re dealing with one of the hors*m*n
if you want to let the horde in and war swing
on ones that think they’re ed norton with norse kin
(punks)

jaws like porcelain meet hammer fists like thor swings
the spiked bat looks like an urchin
leave a head dented like a door ding
medic get an absorbent or toss him in the morgue bin
(n*z* punks **** off)

i fostered styles and made kids orphans
cuz i’m surgical with this and leave a core minced
i’m like the crow making stabs in organs
in alphabetical orders don’t get it distorted
(i’ll still do a bit like a hertz, split)

if you saying i need to tone it down for more spins
i say your breath needs lavoris or shortened
i might strangle them with the mic cordage
and won’t let go until i spit a chorus

verse 3:
i hate how you act like what you import is important
don’t know why you try to compensate for when
you never worked a forklift
and this ain’t a work slip and torn disk
(the high*vis is orange)

the warped wit attract warm skin
and that’s why your chick’s yearning
as i score twin contortionists with engorged ****
gorgeous french taurus’s named lauren and morgan
(fake tans looking like orange)

subs on the jimmy john no tim hortons

let the wh0res sin
they cottage*core chicks how they forage the forest
and they willing to give top ’til the morning
or they got sore lips or **** all over their fleur prints

i could do it with jorts ripped and without jordans
plus, your ex with the wart chin says you got a gherkin
so **** yourself forever in a **** binge
how else you gonna get that pork trimmed?
(get the jerkins)

i graduated like a valedictorian
i’m champ status grilling them like a foreman
i could h**rd rings here to warwick
who got self flair like this?
it’s your prince!
coroners at the coronation
all hail your king!
outro:

nothing rhymes with orange
nothing rhymes with orange
nothing rhymes with orange
nothing rhymes with

- coconut wolf lyrics

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