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dirt - phorhead lyrics

[verse 1: phorhead]
i’ll let the totals talk that’s the tts
words so emphasized on average, that’s what keeps me stressed
i’m so tight that i snap when i see weak necks
always spit overboard, never see weakness
it’s impossible to not know me
f*ck democracy, not doing what they want to see
i’m possibly the youngest, bestest rapper prodigy
walk through possum trees
of people who all thought would be the gods of speech
not a chance kiddy
there’s no fans for these
h*lla bands on my hand
drop your pants kiddy
all my fans could see
i’m no fan of cs
i made a plan and then i ran
that’s your fantasy

[chorus: phorhead]
stuck in the dirt
lemme drop my foot on ya
my еarth wasn’t made for a partner
stains on my shirt
they wanting you markеd up
just do all of the sh*t that you want to
i know my own worth
make the money my mantra
fresh goods bouta make me a monster
stuck in the dirt
i don’t care if you walk tough
i’m always gonna want all ya marked up
[verse 2: phorhead]
f*ck your favorite rapper, man, that dude is corny
you prolly only think he’s deep because the booze you’re pouring
bro be flaunting all his cash, oh what a snooze i’m snoring
keep all my bread inside a pantry, that’s some food for storing
that’s just my two cents
i’ve moved since my muses inspired me too much
my music is too sick to be tainted by their touch
got new kicks, in new cliques
quite surely moving up
my movements aren’t too quick, but you’re eating all my dust
i’m an evil philanthropist
i eat people like sandwiches
i critique all the weak and they weep, don’t see the advantages
y’all been needing some bandages
so i leaked all my plans and sh*t
editing all of my beats and my sheets, no masking my camera tricks
baby t**th my career right now
still by leagues i’m leading my town
my colleagues so defeated, they dip their feet in then all lie down
go to sleep in the pond and drown
i dug deep, came upon my sound
there will be no release if you just repeat like a copied clown
got it down to a tee
i can see your frown through your t**th
i gathered all of my quotables
and got it down to a tee
y’all been counting on me
’cause i been pounding them beats
i’m the g*nius after all, leave the counting to me
[chorus: phorhead]
stuck in the dirt
lemme drop my foot on ya
my earth wasn’t made for a partner
stains on my shirt
they wanting you marked up
just do all of the sh*t that you want to
i know my own worth
make the money my mantra
fresh goods bouta make me a monster
stuck in the dirt
i don’t care if you walk tough
i’m always gonna want all ya marked up, yeah

- phorhead lyrics

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