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blood of mics - u4us lyrics

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[verse]
yo, yo did you know the human head weighs eight pounds of meat?
just to sit for sixteen of poetic grease
don’t mind me, i’m just rambling, babbling like brooks
crooked stars align, sampling from dusty books
and now you shook walking down the ave like nasty nas, made you look ghastly fast, i’m passing gas
haha, you just made me laugh
why you always getting mad?
ditch*digging b*tches always bringing up the past ’til you got booked
talk your ear off like tyson when he’s cooked
blaming rooks for every line they took
rocked it to your earlobes like a wax report
bars of soap co*rs* stiff like a condom in a sandy corpse
that’s if you’re sniffing horse in the back of a porsche
hе’s such a good sport, extorting power from a shower
artificial shining for hours, you don’t еven flower
you f*cking cowards get ate, lesbian dates i shall devour
deserving mercy for the work they did insert into my mind without asking me first
blasting a curse for the derps kissing [?] when i flirt like ‘d*mn, did you see his head burst?’
then a red spurt disperse [?] bleeding noses from my tracks like dope fiends intervene
shooting scene rehearsals, pose, use commercial
i get fed by the blood of mics, hey, this is your buddy christ
dogmatic slice, decisive type device
until the pain rights or playing brain pipes ’til i slayed psychs at the plight of hearing your mans bite
over, just like your f*cking like
just like the f*cking night
just a “ricola” off of mountain heights
if you ain’t amping, you ain’t acting right
everything energy tesla litty then i lamp at night
my main gripe is that you’re vain hype
i aim snipes to gutter hip*hop anti*heroine as my main wife
but this my joint classic
make my groin spastic
boinking todd doikin and his magic hat tricks, just when i was feeling rabid
bite the hand that feeds me and my seeds gmo disease that don’t freeze when it slips into winter
this is just a dead ringer
b*tches really linger
freddy’s metal fingers slashing up the new beginners
the shillery’s k!lling me
no rap liberties, just yes men to the hitleries ’til she shot dncs between your symmetries
when y’all on your knees begging to the end to ‘stop it please’
like a twitch glitch, you’re playing games when you’re watching me
comic calm but c*cky cream
wonk and weans ’til their c*ck slops and sees a frosty weed
sorry, g, this is just my fantasy
now watch me squeeze an eighth into this fanta leaf
ta da, sloppy st**z, can’t she squeeze? she’s a three at least
giving skeet to pirate steve and his parakeets
sweep urges under the rug when i’m devoted
all the hoes fall in motion
it puts the b*lls into lotion
buffalo’s billy ocean
dosing your pilly stroking through a philly smoked it ’til my brains exposing
grew wings and my heart exploded with a lengthy bending [?] hose
rose gold may be fake like [?]
take control of promos
your b*tch is crying on my lap but make her moan though
don’t worry, i’ll give her back, go h0m*

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