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postmortem - cyta zoan lyrics

[verse]
music is my therapist, the only one that listens
deep precision when i cut the throat of rappers, f*ck a wholesome vision
i brought the car to the party, time for collision
only mission to dismiss the demons lurking in the kitchen
when i cook the sh*t, even when out of chances i took the sh*t
seventeen, but i act like i’m seven for the book of it
do assist the terrorists, i’m colder than a carrot stick
i’m rather chivalrous, please, open the door you stupid trick
don’t look at me like i’m a different breed of cinema
you need thicker skin, go and by yourself some more integra
bought myself some indica, higher than your average fascist when plastered on graphs to mask their attitude at jews
i’m a rapper when i choose, other times i’m a maniac
i’m stabbing n*ggas torsos with forks like “where are we eating at”
talking sh*t, i feed your dog chocolate in a plastic wrap
and after that, i’ll take him and put him inside the laundromat
you call it rap, i call this post*mortem chemistry
prolly washed up like the fast food lettuce be
honestly, i’m not a rapper, i just have a tendency
to k!ll the beat, the serial k!ller, and mortal enemy
of blueface, both of them combined are dialecti
i’m sour on it, never sweet, the beat is diabetic
the beat is crying ‘medic’ when i give it third degree
so you don’t want the beef with me, you’re vegan, ‘less you want the green
and yes i’m talking smoke, the bars are rather fire
like it’s red, stab a b*tch and for blood to match the attire
the wrongdoer, you chris rocks, get on my level
b*tch i’m drew rock, please do stop, with all the bullsh*t
and f*ck your christmas, i’m burning up your wish list
tell your mama “sorry but there is a new commitment”
close your windows and door, get with the program
it’s time to get reconditioned by overlord zoan, b*tch

[outro]
hold up, hold up, hold up
stop this sh*t, man
cyta wanted me to tell you that
he has no intention of committing any of the acts mentioned
everything in this album is entirely fictional
you’re an idiot if you think otherwise, f*ck you
also, he wanted me to tell you this:

- cyta zoan lyrics

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