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for the birds - j. salvo lyrics

[intro: norm macdonald]
no, but greg giraldo, i’m just joking him
he has the grace of a swan, the wisdom of an owl, and the eye of an eagle
ladies and gentlemen, this man is for the birds!
(laughter)

[verse 1: salvo]
ever since i was a boy, i knew i could dream
but i never, ever wanted to be part of a team
i was super focused on making that cream
what the h*ll these b*tches want, they act so mean
this is not a stunt, this is what i really mean
never had a front, not even when i was dealing
make me wanna go back to that sh*t, but i’m trippin’
now i’m bout it, i mastered that, i’m with the seven digits
so get ready, cause you trippin’, and i’m rippin’ off
every single artist from the past twenty years, so go off
on me, i’ma f*ck you up, homie
i’ma k!ll them, bang, bang, with your goofy gang, gang
why am i saying, the same thing as other rappers?
but i’m not a rapper, you is just a chance the fapper, you unnatural
would you like to, have a nap, while i take on your whole faction, and i turn them to a snack?
lot of trauma to unpack, but i ain’t about the dramatics
ben shapiro, all facts, no feelings, no opinions
what the f*ck, is you wack? yes, you wack
[verse 2: salvo]
ladies and gentlemen, this one’s for the birds!
if you feel i ain’t got nothing to say
be a gentleman and get the f*ck out the way
you ain’t sh*t now, and you ain’t sh*t in a grave
not even a coffin will teach you how to behave
so if you wanna get dirty, let’s get out the ring
into the street, boy, rocky all o’er your brain
do some ‘caine off a blade, then i finna go hay
break your legs, now you ain’t goin’ on no more dates
it’s a good thing all these b*tches know you a rapist
hook your nuts up to eleven volts in the bas*m*nt
maybe now you’ll be a bit more selective with your ages
yeah, this the jones train, and we finna go crazy!

[verse 3: salvo]
ever since i was a youngin’, been gettin’ that cream
all i could focus on was how bad i was getting
rich out the deal, i ain’t reinvent the wheel but i’m
wheelin’ racks to the ceiling, makin’ a k!llin’
so if you feelin’ raw, you best let that sh*t go
like a dog, you barkin’ up the wrong tree, bro
f*ck you up, p*ssy boy, you been dogged
i got enough ammo to make all your friends duck
better watch how you move before i self*destruct
saw the ops graduated, but they used up
my response to your little mixtape: “who, what?”
got two girls, so i’ma need two blunts, what, what
[verse 4: salvo]
so if you got a message, go ahead and spit
what you gon’ tell me? you know i’ve been through it
if you got a p*ssy, i would say sell that cl*t
if you got an *rs*nal, boy, air that clip
i launched many a career off a dare, no fib
i was in before i found out how to crank my d*ck
no mid, b*tch, we only smoke the dankest spinach
i could show you 110 ways to get rich, you dig?

[verse 5: salvo]
from blades in paper bags to flippin’ the pressed xans
bleachin’ blood out my bedsheets, broke as the next man
couch surfin’ just to move aks out the sedan
and when i caught a break, i blew it all at the six, man
i made a lot of friends, man, lost a lot of them
livin’ out a bottle, far from a role model then
i held myself accountable when things got intense
just me and my microphone, indulging in sin

- j salvo lyrics

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