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thermønuclear - u.fø lyrics

[chorus]
i’m thermonuclear preferring fusion over fission
having visions in my sleep, wake up to demon apparitions
a magician of a musician, put you b-tches in submission
take an intermission just to fill my pen with ammunition

[verse 1]
i’m saying talk less, work more, pedal to the f-cking floor
grind like no one else before, hard work pays off, opens doors
that’s suicide. workin’ on my craft so f-cking hard like it was do or die. who am i? that newer guy who few defy
i gas this like a fuel line, don’t need a crew i do decide, the sh-t i do don’t need a guide. i’ll weed you out like herbicide. pull up and spray the countyside, from citywide to nationwide. i glorify thalidomide. aye!
look. know you’ve been rolling that paper, and blowing o’s with that vapour, you just a hoe and a beggar
i got no time for these b-tches, so you can contact me later, i got my mind on these riches soon i’ll be stacking up paper
you a hater i’ma player like the way i play her, (call me later,)
i’m so f-cking fly i’m like an aviator, detonater, blowing up like i was your cars radiator, peep the nomenclature, man i’m back like i’m the terminator
i’ll slice you’re throat, and make a moat, with all your motherf-cking blood
and just to keep yourself afloat, you’ll need a boat, i got you scared from visualizing all the sh-t i wrote, and i don’t mean to gloat
i ain’t a goat yet
i’m a motherf-cking horse, the way i work, stay on my course, f-ck a mustang take a porsche. i take by force with no remorse, bragi, poet, god, and norse. they said my language was to co-rs-, so now i code my coldest words in morse
motherf-cker desist. they all are tryna resist, they throwing fits with their fists. so i just fractured their wrists, and cross their names off the list. removed these f-ckboys like cysts, dismiss them out of my midst. insist we can’t coexist
i got a lock on what i want and i’m just rocking in my lane. you rappers talking but you’re walking, run you over drives insane. twist your fingers out of socket if you disrespect my name, f-ck the glock, this pen is outta pocket, c-ck it, back and aim

[chorus]
i’m thermonuclear preffering fusion over fission
having visions in my sleep, wake up to demon apparitions
a magician of a musician, put you b-tches in submission
take an intermission just to fill my pen with ammunition

[verse 2]
now up in canada we measure sh-t by grams and not ounce. but if i could weigh out my options, they’d all weigh way too many pounds. and i got demons at my door, and they all want me to bounce, they tryna kick me out this house cause they don’t like how this sounds (no!)
i’m tearing up this track, with daggers i pulled out my back. i put so much of my heart into this, this sh-t is cardiac. if i remembered ’bout my past i’d have a mini heart attack. i’m like a broken vcr cause ima never run that back
stop, drop, roll b-tch you know the drill. cause if the truth don’t k!ll you then this inch bit will. i heard you pop that p-ssy like you pop those pills. if i hit might need some it’d make me ill
i treat this sh-t like vietnam, the way i’m dropping all these bombs, but once the damage done i’m like america, i’m f-cking gone
i could turn myself into a motherf-cking god, and i can turn b-tches to dogs like how they beaten with the rod
f-ck with me, i swear i’m ruthless, i could leave you f-cking toothless, couldn’t even recognize yourself from all the bruises. i suggest you leave before i get myself into this. know they frightened by the flow, that’s prolly why they tryna mute this

take 20 shots that’s mamba mentality, hit every one and that’s twenty fatalities, talk to me, and you’ll just add to the casualties, f-ckboys are mad that i spit facts so casually. pistol in the pillow that i keep to sleep to bed, it might explain why lately i feel like a bullets in my head. and now my thoughts are full of lead and all the sh-t i left unsaid maybe instead of reminiscing i should earn this f-cking bread

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