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splish splash - dubldragon. & voltaire slapadelic lyrics

[verse 1: skeptik]
f*ck the forest and the trees, i’m talking drops in the sea
drop to your knees if you got the disease like you got a choice
do you got a voice?
‘cause if not, i’m impressed you make a lot of noise
i got a lot of toys, but i don’t play with them much
every now and then, i grace them with a favorable touch
read the art of war, now i’m a carnivore
stick to myself, maybe should party more
what a proper bore, now i’m sopping gore
all across the walls, but i’m not mopping floors
it’s a little splish of that and a big splash of this
pacifist just sounds like a synonym for m*s*ch*st
do i have to live? oh yes, i question why
burials in the sky, let them multiply
i’m a hunter of hunters, a slayer of slayers
let the blood*addled ones lay within the deepest layers
[chorus]
deep within us all are not only savage beasts but the only chance we’ll ever have at everlasting peace
though it pains me to say and i’m befuddled to believe man would only have to cease for that goal to be achieved
i feel the earth’s crust doesn’t offer me much
i like to turn it to dust with the simplest touch
but i’m an artist who can’t do much without a brush
so instead, i’ll crush this canvas into mush
(splish, splash)
(splish, splash)

[verse 2: lyrics in full effect]
i awaken in a dream fully naked, now i’m free to roam the streets of [?] with an ax and make a scene
i’ll make jack the ripper seem like child’s play with these [?] blood
stains in my clothes and my blade’s gleam
spirit’s vaguely seen from the corner of my eye
cut the cord to my life support, this is do*or*die
spit the truth and rise or you’re better off euthanized
my blood flow is stupid nice, abandoning the tomb of christ
resurrected, infected by those that god neglected
get to stepping with my weapon, prototype smith & wesson
life’s a curse and a blessing, i write in cursive and stress it in a candlelit session for the sake of aggression
the dungeons are pungent with all sorts of fungus
cursed souls in chains tortured by the hundred
it’s like the evil’s within and it dwells among us in this world of wonders filled with vicious hunters
i hold my rosary close to me, be who i’m supposed to be
more than a dope emcee, i maximize my potency
in a haunted forest, i’m surrounded by cloning trees
the barrel of my gun’s like chong on a smoking spree
with the quickness, the quick silver never misses
blessed with holy water and the sign of crucifixes
life, dubldragon. and voltaire got the sickness
self*afflictions when we write these h*llish fictions
[chorus]
deep within us all are not only savage beasts but the only chance we’ll ever have at everlasting peace
though pains me to say and i’m befuddled to believe man would only have to cease for that goal to be achieved
i feel the earth’s crust doesn’t offer me much
i like to turn it to dust with the simplest touch
but i’m an artist who can’t do much without a brush
so instead, i’ll crush this canvas into mush
(splish, splash)
(splish, splash)

[verse 3: voltaire slapadelic]
every verse i write is big, in fact gigantic, mondo
out here k!lling every single knight like [?]
monsters try to lunge at me, but voltaire steady dodge them
i’m faster with the sword, but the hammer really rocks them
frogger, tetris, [?] retro
i can make it hard for you to recollect your echoes
i can bring it back [?]
i’m not a [?], no, i cannot let it go
i can only breathe into the mic until my chest explodes
there is no rest or know no break, reprieve, repose
what’s my name again? who even freaking knows?
forgetting what it means to be sober, i rose so easily
i chose to be so cheaply and learn from all the hints
live by hunters who preceded me
farming death, i don’t savor life, could never be repeat
that’s why i learn from my mistakes
i’m not who i once seemed to me
still these bad thoughts i’ve been popping like the scenery
i’m burning greenery with footb*lls in my [?]
zero or hundred, know that there can be no in*between
roll up when we k!ll the beast
voltaire, skep and danny, godd*mn, that’s what you really need
waters rise, life is hard, that’s how it really be
it really gotta get good, eventually it will flood
do you go out heroic or find a way that hurts the least?
my verse as strong as hercules
my foes will call me cursed beast, but we don’t even get that
cans go cl!ck*clack
i k!ll another six pack, it hit to me like water, f*ck a ripple, make a big splash

- dubldragon voltaire slapadelic lyrics

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