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dttw - dead vandals lyrics

[verse 1: lz8]

as i enter the void
my physical body’s forever destroyed
yo my spirit lives on forever
this devilsome voice
if ever there was one from the heavens deployed
to leave you served like letters from lawyers (oy!)
just leave your b-tching at the message tone
white noise rappers trying to step up to my metronome
white boys spitting on they privilege
trying to get the most likes joining silly fads
yeah imma let you go, your set was gross
so f-ck your s-xy hoes and getting dough sh-t
acting tough but your raps are just not that ferocious
i could wrap my f-ckin’ tongue in knots and still spit it
supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus
even if i am

[chorus: lz8]

dead to the world
heads in sp-ce
i’m a shooting star
granting no wishes

dead to the world
heads in sp-ce
i’m a shooting star
dead to the world

[verse 2: lz8]

so what i’m a fallen angel?
quit calling me satan
i was more like cupid caught in the rain
on the stormiest day of april
an orphan who’s only course of action to take was the walk of shame
ignored by my neighbours
locked in they bas-m-nts
and on the day that i escaped
i let my hatred torch my way
then i tortured your favourites
fornicating the ghost that haunts my brain
they hauled me away from forging your daughters name on her abortion authorization
but i won’t let her sp-wn my baby
i’m lazy, born with an eight on my corpse
raised on the porch deformed in the face with disorders
that more often than not
would have forced me to cause mayhem
madness in the back shed
p-ssing on the door
taking shrooms while the parent was on vacation
p-ssing on barbecues
picking apart my youth
with a spliff and a cask of coolabah to boot
lost like a sp-ceman
wandering off of the face of this flat planet
i’m a shooting star but i grant no wishes for you

[chorus: lz8]

dead to the world
head’s in sp-ce
i’m a shooting star
granting no wishes

dead to the world
head’s in sp-ce
i’m a shooting star
dead to the world

[outro: lz8]

i bazooka the constellations
on the hostile invasion tip
rocking a stage when i spit
is like hocking a flame
when the audience ravin
sh-t, talking to me then i’ll hit you with constipation, b-tch
me and hip-hop’s a relationship you do not wanna play with
so what if the songs i make are not on a popular playlist
this is not for debate
imma be one of the greats
til then i am lost in sp-ce
wandering aimless i’m
dead to the world and
my head’s in sp-ce
from my tomb to the moon
i shoot for the stars
the wish my carc-ss made can come true
make me famous!

- dead vandals lyrics

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