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$t. thomas flows [week #4] - mar$ gram lyrics

[verse 1]

now you got me on some gruesome sh-t, smack a groupie quick with uzi clips i use the toolie with cause you ain’t boojee b-tch i’ll glue your t-ts up on a crucifix i’m too legit to quit the booze n glitz i use i’m super lit so you can dip, now i’m back attacking rappers who can spit hadukin kick your cat in half your dads a f-ggot stupid b-tch, that’s a habit ima tad sporadic when i’m mad i act dramatic grab a battle axe i packed n hack a addict, p-ssed relax i’m blasting gats to catch ya -ss in traffic that’s the mathematics rapping havoc fast you have to panic, crack a planets atmosphere in half your wrath is near i’m shaq attacking all you f-ggots here i’m laughing grab a beer then stab a deer dab i lack comp-ssion psychopathic fears i keep imagining your casket clear your -ss won’t last a year grab a spear stab you in the abdomen i’m rambling land a hit can you handle it i’m canceling your plans in advanced ain’t no man a fan of him the mannequin is panicking cause i’m back with the javelin to ram it in your -ss again dammit you have no chance to win cancerous the damage is done i managed to run from the accident i just crashed a whip smashed to bits n pieces kids a g*nius this is jesus talking caught a misdemeanor sh-ts egregious p-ssed on steven hawking keep it knocking he’s the darkest breathing demon walking see me jot graffiti on ya cd dawg i freely mock it
see we got this sh-t on lock n ima box it in i got a hot syringe wit lots of pins to stop ya oxygen it cost to win tossed him a coffin with claws you lost again i popped tamoxifen with rocks n gin it’s all a toxic binge for congressmen talking this positive sh-t i’m not convinced god i’m the opposite ima launch official apocalypses on ya -ss talking trash, stop it this a godly rap, ima body bag you jolly lads i’m always on these tracks, lallygag, got me mad rocking a abercrombie hat it’s the zombie rant better drop n call for your mommy back, probly snapped, on you sorry dad not taking ghandi’s cr-p be calm relax, whipping a pontiac all my colleagues mad….

- mar gram lyrics

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