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erection reflection - hydracoque lyrics

[intro // hydracoque]
ayo where my*
nah n*gga f*ck that sh*t
time for some real talk

[verse 1 // hydracoque]
here i am, hydracoque, lookin’ up into the mirror again
at myself i leer again
feelin’ h*lla queer again
lookin’ deep inside of my soul, inside i’m peerin’ in
lookin’ deep inside of my hole, oh i’m deliriant
talkin’ to that n*gga i see to see what he says back
and that ain’t just from the amphetamines fent or ket or the crack
it’s from my own f*ckin’ being, from my own skin h*lla black
to my own ass h*lla fat
i’m leavin’ prints in the ‘lac

look n*gga
i think that i’m at an impasse
and in this moment
i ain’t finna take in no d*ck fast
not a single d*ck blast
for now i’m just finna d*ck fast
but not in the usual way
i already did that sh*t last…

…night
and now there’s nothin’ but the sh*ll of who i be in my sight
a g*y n*gga h*lla scarred from all the erotic fright
a g*y n*gga h*lla hard
his bussy h*lla tight
gazin’ deep into his soul
he wants to cleave with a knife

blood and s*m*n seeping slow
forever ceasing the strife
he keeps bleeding
keeps leaking
‘til he’s leaving his life
or his life’s leaving him
n*gga either js tight
nah n*gga it isn’t
where the f*ck is yo might?
nah i just can’t do it
no i can’t just yet
that godd*mn sh*t’s stupid
i’m a phallic vet
and if i left this plane
it’d leave my phags upset
so i’ma mend this pain
until my ass is set

hydracoque, nigpro
what the f*ck has gotten into you?
i was this close to makin’ myself put an end to you
so listen when i’m givin’ you this interview
‘cause n*gga when this sh*t is through you finna grow, you finna live, you finna bloom

n*gga you just need to stop with the rushin’
just stop with all this sh*t
you finna cause a concussion
i command you n*gga
this is not a discussion
you thought i was bluffin’?
f*ckin’ awful, disgustin’

how about when you be talkin’ ‘bout the c*cks that you bust in and all the bodies you thrust in
you take your f*ckin’ time to stop the premature nuttin’
‘cause what d*mn excuse do you have for this godd*mn useless trash, n*gga?
nothin’
recordin’ sloppy ass sh*t and ain’t never got preparation
cummin’ early on the mic like
“man, it’s still insemination,” but you know that sh*t just isn’t the same
i know you got b*lls but n*gga where is yo brain?

use both heads to think
f*ck the power of one
use one head to drink
to suck the power of cum
the other head to get in the f*ckin’ booth and not get out ‘til it’s done
not take a few f*ckin’ minutes like
“this sh*t’s over, i won.”

n*gga that sounds like f*cking sh*t
pure ass, and you know it
you might as well take the godd*mn mic and just throw it
all yo rappin’ soundin’ improvised
and not just ‘cause it is
‘cause if you really gave a f*ck you’d f*cking hypnotize

n*ggas into givin’ up they d*ck and thighs
makin’ n*ggas’ d*cks arise
n*gga i think you don’t know how sh*t really is
and all the screamin’ and the singing soundin’ half*baked at most
and i’m being f*cking generous
that bread is barely toast

is this even you hydra, or is it a ghost?
i been haunted by the consequences of your self roasts
n*gga you do this to yo’self
nigpro’s biggest enemy?
the origin of its health
recordin’ bad takes quick as h*ll
‘cause “i’ll just fix it in post.”
quit acting like a b*tch
that sh*t’s a slippery slope

look nigpro
i know that you be different than most
a g*y n*gga on the track but actin’ just as the host
but that sh*t no excuse to just let anything slide
n*gga you *n*l, obtuse, you could do better, just try
quit rushin’ all this sh*t
and when you f*ckin’ these guys?
don’t let your own s*m*n blind you when it skeet in yo eye

the way you just f*ckin’ slap sh*t together
like you was clapping two c*cks
well you’ve had all your fun
i’m the true phaggot who knocks, and i’m telling you slow
bro, this bullsh*t, it just gotta go
you’ve got hundreds of original songs like that
you’ve earned the right, so from that sh*t
go retire, time to spit out some fire, fire hotter than ever
spinnin’ c*cks like propellers, you know, all the endeavors

[chorus // hydracoque]
erection reflection
covered in blood and cum
what have i done?
dark black skin, bright white cum
reflect on this sh*t
beat my d*ck ‘til it’s numb

erection reflection
covered in blood and cum
what have i done?
dark black skin, bright white cum
reflect on this sh*t
beat my d*ck ‘til it’s numb

- hydracoque lyrics

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