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insomniacs lullaby - weirdoe lyrics

[verse 1]
i think they’re missing all the crazy facts
nymphomaniac
i put my tongue between my fingers, watch her face react
and stalk her like her babydad
colour red is how i paint the track
bright side painted black
night time ain’t that bad
write rhymes by the bags
while we shift dribs and drabs
it’s the same old, same old
i can literally predict how my day goes
i ain’t about this payroll but
i’m making funny money
don’t you worry buddy
i be in your chick’s bath like a rubber ducky
she give me sucky sucky
i like to keep her bl**dy loving ’til she f*cking loves me
haha, nah really, does shе?
i think she likes to play games too
likе, why you saying sh*t if it ain’t true?
she just wanna feed me fibs like the fake news

[verse 2]
i hope you drown in p*ss, f*cking snake
i’m [?] the clown with a cape made of broken plates
bird wings on my shoulder blades
please make no mistake
don’t overcomplicate
i always overcompensate
and i smoke for days
stoner blow the haze
eyes go blurry and then zone away
f*cking took the biscuit, i’m the cookie monster
i sit and wonder, counting every single number
jeepers creepers, i’ve awoken from my slumber
knuckleduster sucker puncher, leave a puncture
3am, bass be sounding like it’s thunder
dark magician, smoke and fire’s what i conjure
it’s like sutten you ain’t seen before
playing scrabble with a ouija board
treat these wh0res like i treat the law
i’d rather keep it short
ain’t got no need to talk
[verse 3]
it’s a kind of f*cked up situation, uhm
caught a angel, half satan, part alien
freemason, i’ve got all the information still
money chasing, who the f*ck needs education?
rotten apple here to stop you in your travels boy
starting wars, you don’t know the cost of battle
p*ssycat, better watch your cage don’t rattle son
before i buckaroo and take you off your saddle
holy moly, i just f*cking talk baloney
hide and seek, they’ll never find me, joseph kony
sock on my hand like i’m mick foley
smell of chloroform before you slip slowly
ring around the rosies
i call these hits like i’m fat tony
it’s cash only after what the rats told me
they tried coming for my trophy, i didn’t f*cking let ’em
i hit them with the mel gibson, i’m the lethal weapon
(blaow)

- weirdoe lyrics

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