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me... (part 2) - mastamiind lyrics

(verse 1)
i’m a walking talking, paragon
know a lot, plus i stole a rapper’s chain
then cut his cervix off
the serpent in the cereal, slipping scissors to the kids
and i ain’t messed up, i just wanted a little getting
and since, oh b*tch i lost that
neat how my mind is knee and rolling like hub caps
aghast when she gasp, if she doesn’t please me
no excuses, why you think i’m lambaste
knuckle sandwich with nothing but kfc to a vegan, uh
tight problems like overweight mom’s in skinny jeans
in a one*room apartment, stepping on squares like billie jean
i need departure like a nervous martian
the eye’s in waves, swine give pigsties
n*gga stop it, i’m out of mind

(verse 2)
scatterbrained, as an older orphan, looking all over
like a varmint, bite in forbidden fructose, in a garden
armless, wearing your momma’s undergarments
by the way, she’s a harlot, i’m r*t*rded
in the darkness, i’m eating rotten garlic
off your carpet, then throw your father’s
carcass in the garbage at the back of the market
and if there’s guards, i’ll quickly call an arson
to burn them, for a bargain, squeeze bartlett on em
call their sweet darlings, k!ll em too
and bury them in a marmot or a tar pit
i think these n*ggas can’t stand me, f*ck you anyway
ya’ll don’t know of my planning
i’ll shoot and dance, every one of santa’s reindeer’s
except for prancer, and murder every lil n*gga
until they tongue hit they’re larynx
b*tch, i’m a show you a mumble rapper
tear out the dreads on these n*ggas heads
then wear it after, so d*mn pretentious
i’ll might work at ikea, stand for g*y rights
and give 2 dyk*s, some help with there daughter
b*tch, that’ll never happen, till i get what i wanted
put the blame on me, for k!lling’s sprees
you f*cking frogs i hop on it
b*tch, i can make what you try, and pop rocks
till it’s sorta pops, and i’ll snap like slam poetry
till i’m bored and stop but crack and get down
cause that’s how i murder, pop!
f*ck the underground, i’m coming out the dirt
to show how a n*gga murk some sh*t, all can get work
it can get worse, f*ck your worth, the real learner is
that i’m bout to show this f*ggot whose turf it is, c*nt

- mastamiind lyrics

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