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busboy - psychodelicate lyrics

[verse 1: droogie]
spit vinegar
making it hot, bitter
and hit ’em with sharp knives
a rhyme to drop vibes
that flies in high wires with softly made dresses
messes, clean it right up and spite missus, uh
crumpled up papers in the sofa
cushion for the pushin’ when i make your wives (?)
open? well come right in
step into the place that makes my life write sins
but hey, stay here for a while now folks
would you like a glass of wine with your finely dined toast?
okay, i’ll be back with your order now
captain, could you handle all thе heat from this light white snappin’
i said, “droogie needs a chеck on the low”
and “droogie needs a neck full of gold”
and “droogie needs a girly to hold
while he spits his dole venom that he toad on a pole”
i said*

[verse 2: syd solanke]
we the new reverends
genuflect severing heads
and when you’re down on your knees, accept heaven
attention, show reverends respect or don’t mention
mass is not ended ahead of my presence
i rap with a rather fat ego
i’d rather cap people up (?)
my ass regal, but
when sydny acting the actual match a ravenous animal attack
casually racking the casualties when the tragedy stats
cap at the maximum number
bars gotta move or incumbent
often i told him the drudge
coffin will hold other corpses
coughin’ from smolderin’ dust
vultures are swarmin’ my carcass
pokin’, they swarm and run, yeah

i’m hittin’ l!cks on bums
i got no shame
i wash my mouth out
and then rob them for some quick change
think i’m molly malone
i’m sittin’ pretty on ’em with a switchblade
you can probably tell him ’bout it but sydny’s (?)
you mistaken

[verse 3: droogie]
uh
upper echelon
never downgrade, peep it
up and up the time and better watch me freak it
penthouse p*ssy, i grab the rosé
trump’s f*cktower you go to find g*y
mime bank kitty with life in my fine
climb high fines to reach to speak mind, uh
itching for the fame within mid*range
insane lanes, counterclaim, hit ’em with big brains
cranial capables locked up and copped up
stolen rhymes would never pop up
cowards need no weekly spring cleaning
beat ’em till the weak mind eyes see clearly
bring ’em right back ‘fore the final verse hit ’em
deep means (?) deserve to be little
punks see little, their verses stay brittle
they need gods now, some modesty k!ll ’em
[verse 4: jazz vicaris]
catchin’ snakes, wring ’em out until they sing
for they vocals, swiftly poach ’em
we strictly kosher
these posers, i stick and poke ’em
and hit they hoes
get a dose of my sh*tty bozo
i need a whole grip
my nose itch
promise mama i’d stop it
might get the papa off his rocker
with the constant misconduct
i knock and sock up, try to wash it
i’m a deadbeat father
i got my bed sheets howlin’
my cheatin’ feet keep walkin’

ya innocently ignorant to the lyrics
don’t get the bars, p*ssin’ on an officer
missed at dodge stadium trough
products of debauchery voluntarily p*ssing you off
pocket posse small, but it’s strong as armies dropping you soft
with mary magdalene gettin’ my rocks off
then with mariah carey you know that we pop bottles
witness me carrying carrying
out of a mansion, burying
no need to mention, swear you won’t tell my parents
please

- psychodelicate lyrics

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