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ssstatic freessstyle - orec lyrics

(yeah!)

yeah!
to the kids out there, i’m sorry for the profanities
how can ya stay sane when you’re losing your sanity?
i fought yosamite sam up on the canopy
so call me ‘vain’ coz i’m lost in a vanity –
unfair when i rhyme, i’ll take up your time
i don’t do it for the money, i do it for crime, coz i’m
a bad guy like a told ya, lyrics satirical, this miracle might scold ya!
i’m here to indulge ya so go ahead and take a seat
you know i’m a soldier, my machine gun’s my beat
so when i knock-knock-knock on your door, i ain’t a creep, i’m just delivering pizza, man, these bars are for free
feel free to tip me, though, yo a kid’s gotta eat!
i might just creep up in your jeans while ya sleep!
(ha ha!)
scratchin’ my arms, i’m already a chimp, so f-ckin’ high, i’m already a blimp
i’m no regular guy, so in the blink of an eye you can find me hanging with the stars in the, – um …
lounge around all day like i got nothing to do
there ain’t a cent in my bank, but i’m dank, that’s nothing new
i’m at the top of the rank, i’ll snap a pic of the view, coz i’m the pick of the bunch, kid enno, who the f-ck are you?
get off my couch, i paid money for that!
yo, yeezy, ac/dc, where my summary at?
how f-ckin’ easy is it, for me to write these kinda rhymes?
i’m here to tell you now, my sickness is lasting 3 lifetimes!
how ya feel? how ya all feeling?
please don’t speak to me equally when my mind is on the ceiling
unpredictable like my syllables, un-k!llable
gimme a mic and yeah i k!ll-em-all!
i tell ’em f-ck ’em if they critical, i’m mystical
but dis-lyrical, leave ya dead in a swimming pool!

and tell a motherf-cker tryin’ to hold me back, “write it down”
i’ll chop-suey ya face, ‘though this was china-town!
what the f-ck you looking at, dawg? quit peeking!
after hunnit’ f-ckin’ bandages, ya blood still seeping!
as previously stated, man, i’m increasingly hated
hand in this song and get it graded, i made it myself
always underestimated, never faded
so let these words make a world like a picture i painted
coz that’s s-to-the-istine, nineteen, pristine
life’s all good till-;
‘who the f-ck is “christine”?!’

ahh f-ck, i shoulda’ covered my tracks
the d-mn b-tch tryna’ see through the cracks, but this is me to the max’
but hey, i can read your mind!
‘finally a f-ckin’ soundcloud exclusively for sleek raps!’
so eat that! with my sickness, i’m coming to get ya
the kid is on the way, prepare you a stretcher!
to break it to you man, though, i’d hate to be the one
so i’ll leave it ’till the next track
f-ck it, i’m done!

(whoo!)

(hahahaha)

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