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asspirations - slingun lyrics

[verse 1:]
have ya’ ever released one of those farts which
smell to that smell that your b-tt emanates
when ya’ -ss-pire?, aspirin’ to g-ild the cover of
your pie, and skyrocket the beams of your bake shop
collect the profit from the cashier and be able
to acquire with the daughters of the caterers and
dribbel their b-tthole and leave it as watered as a
t–totaller bein’ squirted by scarlett johannson, or
just l!ck it as a club, wait… i’m still no miley cyrus;
put emphasis in the l!cked tool and… crumble
the bread of your mind and let the leaven of your sk!lls
strut; my unique -ss-piration’s to garnish my wall
with a poster of slingun rockin’ in a stad-
-ium with some sweat drops gleetin’ from my jaw
down my neck, eludin’ some dirty thongs comin’ from
the first row seats; yeah! nothin’ is impossible
if you -sspire it first!…

[hook:]
i won’t step down neither untie my tie;
repeatedly brokin’ the rules as a reboot of jim stark
never throw in the towel, just waitin’ for it until it dry
to pause me you’ll need more than some handcuffs;
i can be unarmed but always can count on my rhymes
so don’t underrate my -sspirations cause they’re
al-mighty as god for a catolic c-nt (they’re what?)
powerful as allah for an arabian c-nt;
oh! here’s comes the drop…

[verse 2:]
have ya’ ever discharged one of those farts which
smell to that pest that your crack radiates
when ya’ -ss-pire?, aspirin’ to ground in the mud a
possible livin’ as a rapper, and inspire and entire
era of white pigs with a pitiless fretfulness against
their parents, waitin’ to drop some tears at the
time of sling my hook settin’ sail to los angeles
and then wipe ’em with the pad of a prost-tute at
sun valley, i’m behead her, she’s the captain trim!;
put emphasis in the money inside your pocket and… imagine
your -ss in a sofa at the middle of a mansion located
in the bird street, watchin’ your face in the news while
your wife’s fertilizin’ with the gardener inside
your aston martin, for me that sounds fantastic!;
endurance to the highest degree cause i’ll give a
sh-t when pigs start flyin’, so keep -sspirin’!

[hook:]

[verse 3:]
have ya’ ever set free one of those deads which
smell to that prez your bum propagates
when ya’ -ss-pire?, aspirin’ to sign fans’s humpties
dumplings at the backstage of a concert takin’
place at sun life in miami; i’m constantly
reverin’ to sparkle as the dental structure of an afro
american downie rinsin’ his mouth with sno-white;
till heaven quake over i’d use all my cartridges until
i die for lack of bullets so at least i’ve already tried it;
put emphasis in your weapons and… open fire
against life cause it hadn’t been made for f-ggots
neither for b-tt huggers, i only hope to smell this song
in a future and have already sh-tted whatever i -sspired
pulled the chain of my diamond throne and ferociously
kobe khloe & kim while kanye’s dinin’ some burned
fishticks closed in his arrogance, my d-ck’s aimin’ north;
ha! calm down yeezus, chill out, i’m just -sspirin’…

[hook:]

[outro:]
you can’t see the changes that
you’re -sspirin’ ’bout, cause they’re internal
they’re around our guts or somethin’ like that
i’m not very sure… see ya’ later!

- slingun lyrics

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