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dhalism - crimeapple lyrics

[intro]
a platypus coppin’ stones but do them sh*ts glisten?
a little bird in this kitchen, ain’t that a [?] chicken?
you suckers still rentin’ whips and takin’ fl!cks wit em?

[verse 1]
(woah)
this for digi*scales, you sickly and pale, i prevail
you bit your nails, a bad b*tch i impale, ginger ale
the only time you see grams, that or the nursing home
submerge ya bone in formaldehyde, while the coward lies
you outta sight and outta mind
i’m stevie touching wonder bread
betting on a horse in old ralph, i’m feeling underdressed
i’m unimpressed, nonetheless i flex, i bet they stress a lot
i tend to not
she watching for the watch with all the lemon drops
i’m popping where it’s never hot
in places where it never snow
cats ain’t speakin’ english, still proceeded to commend a flow
say tutti morti, sponge on me, squeeze that * you soak
stash the loaf, hit the gas and go
you want some packs to roach

[pre*hook]
bags to smoke
sugar for your septum, that’s a common twist
in the garden, green and white army, that’s some kyrie sh*t
[hook]
lines of this, make every fiend feel fortunate
copped the bombay and made it stretch like dhalsim did
it was foul * like coppin’ mcrib’s and biting yoga mats
made it supple with the supplement and made it clone from that
this the sh*t that make the fiends feel fortunate
copped the bombay and it stretched like dhalsim did (yoga)

[verse 2]
we came for cribbo’s with the grotto
twist gillato, hit the lotto [?]
looking guapo, my novela face for [?], don’t ever hate
switch the cell, sell sh*t and celebrate
sharp t**th * penetrate, i took it as flattery
naturally, they knew i bleed green like a [?]
trademarks and patents now, we ain’t finna wrestle now
hastle how? medellin samoan’s here to pat you down
you shoulda copped 2 of these * f*cking with the new regime
20 years from now [?], manteca jubilee
i include a view for free, smokers like jamiroquai
trip and said the room was spinning, fumes prolly amplified
i’m camera shy
potent on the footage
bet i overlooked the hoe that’s lookin’
probably planned on throwing [?]
she fine and sh*t
but son just hit my line for this, he coppin’ it
pots and sh*t, got me cookin’ rice on some mami sh*t
[hook]
lines of this, prolly make a fiend feel fortunate
copped the bombay and made it stretch like dhalsim did
it was foul * like coppin’ mcrib’s and biting yoga mats
made it supple with the supplement and made it clone from that
this the sh*t that gon make the fiends feel fortunate
copped the bombay and it stretched like dhalsim did

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