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rollin' - tmode lyrics

[verse 1: gnarex]
gnarly tyrannosaurus, rollin’ in a doorless taurus
scoreless with a gorgeous wh0r- until we hit the chorus
when we do, ill start forcin more than borin’
conversation, you feel the vibrations from the pavement?
patience? f-ck that, i need some f-cking payment
jk babe, i just think that you’re amazin’
ill do anything to take a tour of your bas-m-nt
use “cadence”, give you lame gazes
f-ck that, i just stole third base b-tch

[verse 2: tmode]
better call the witch doctor, cuz i’m just spitting voodoo sh-t
murder b-tches, beats and the rap game, i am new to it
a lyricist, get near to this. so you can try to mirror it
if you want to get k!lled, then i can grant your dearest wish
get p-ssed at me, no mystery that i will make you history
you just mister rodgers and i pity you like mister t
attacking ya vanacular like dracula, loved like an acura
spit wack sh-t at me. i’ll spit it back at ya
leave rappers dead, make f-ggots go and pull an appomattox
leave em red like the jumpsuit of an apparatus
you think you know crazy well i’m way past the madness
k!ll the lazy rappers so that i can be the last of radness
last of a dying breed of rappers who don’t give a sh-t
about being mainstream, so shut the f-ck up and live with it
i do what the f-ck i want and say what the f-ck i want
think that i’m bullsh-ting you, i dare you to say i won’t
do i know that i’m the best, mos definetly
rappers and hoes, k!ll em if they think they better than me
an atheist, murderin rappers and bustin believers
sent to k!ll all pop singers and justin bieber
i’m an ill rhyme slinger and an ill line bringer
while you move on, i let my ill mind linger
dealing with the downy kids, go and show that underbite
i’m the heat, win it all, at best you got the thunder life
the future of the industry, so hand the pad and pen to me
better blurt one out cuz the last few line have been cuss free
mind so f-cking psycho, therapist can no more fathom
hate rappers that are faker than most b-tch’s -rg-sms
embarrasing when they go hard like a f-cking asian d-ck
mouth must be an -ssh0l-, cuz they straight up spraying sh-t
while i chew up fake rappers like a rabbit with cabbage
put my lyrics in your head and they’ll give you brain damage
i’m at kid rock’s concert with the lochness monster
ask him for tree fiddy and shoot him with a rocket launcher
all these elders trying to tell me that i mis-behave
so i tell them f-ck off mister g-y, you must be friends with mister slave
i’m not acting out, maybe everyone else is just acting in
cuz i’ve actually got brain cells, everyone else is lacking them
rappers promoting bullsh-t, make kids drop out like a dead fetus
making f-ckers jealous, man you wish you could be this
riding down the jersey sh0r-, looking for a dirty wh0r-
in a ford, while i’m waving around a .44
gnar tried to wake me up, cuz he heard me start to snore
flipped the sh-t, ripped away half the car and part the door

- tmode lyrics

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