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puppets on a string - wildcard lyrics

[intro: sandy shaw]
my*my heart there’s always you

[verse 1: dead poet]
i’m starving like a muslim in the middle of ramadan
snorting coke that’s the motherf*cking color of parmesan
feeling like a star, when really i’m hardly young
got a heart with a hole and a soul that’s partly gone
and what makes the situation worse is the game is like a circus with all these f*cking lames up on the surface
your brain’s are f*cking worthless and all your sh*t is ghost*written
everybody knows that biggie smalls is the most spitting
i’m like “f*ck the world” and all my patience gone
watching all these f*cking rappers get they faces painted on
i’ll rip your face off and leave the pain up on your skull
then rape you for your royalties until i’m paid in full
it’s dark and h*ll is hot
and garbage sells a lot
that’s why talent’s on the block
broke as f*ck and selling pot (that’s 40)
fame is so common now, the game is so watered down
sell my soul to the devil (never)
i’d rather watch my daughter drown

[verse 2: wildcard]
wake up, wake up
i’m ’bout to shake ’em up and break ’em
and put ’em back together with this music i hold sacred
if they sleeping on the rhythm and they fail to come in place
then i’ll be taking it worse than oj after the breakup
bad to the bone hoes
pone so wake her snake up
and rattle through the battle, his opponents couldn’t take him
yes i flow this for strippers when they washing off they make*up
cursing at the world for all the sh*t they had to take from
and for anybody who’s been beat by anything
don’t ever compromise your vision for the compliments they bring to your table
saving up to change up your course
i’ll be turning your city into gangs of new york
and it’s that fast
leave the track splashed with the abstract
people that i rap around are strapping on they gas mask
cause they know the storm is coming baby, at last
thought i lost my fire, i’ll turn this into backdraft
[chorus: wildcard]
you’s just a puppet on a string
f*ck your shiny sh*t, you disgust me with your bling, bling
we just some undiscovered kings
been unf*ckingtouchable since we erupted on the scene, scene
and turn the club into a ring
till all the pretty b*tches fighting, titties busting out the seams
you couldn’t touch us in your dreams
yeah you shining in the light but getting f*cked behind the scenes

[verse 3: dead poet]
yo i whip my d*ck out and tell your b*tch to l!ck away
then let my trigger spray and watch the bullets ricochet
b*tch i told you a d*ck a day would lead to cl*t decay
you ain’t listen, now you sitting on the sh*tter p*ssing raid
i’ll f*ck you with a mic and give you syphilis and aids
got a flow so f*cking hot that i’ll disintegrate a stage
i’m s*d*stic in my ways and get ridiculous with rage
promoting prostitution, player pimping cause it pays (b*tch)
you basically a slave until your agency get paid
in debt up to your neck until you laying in your grave
see i’m a basket case of nuts and if that’s the case, then what’s
stopping me from k!lling sadom*s*ch*stic sl*ts?
and bashing in they guts with a passion of jack kevorkian
i’ve come to sting the game with the wrath of a massive scorpion
and you’re the type to blow and not remember where you’re from
cause your sh*t don’t register like s*x offenders on the run
[verse 4: wildcard]
you were cordially invited to a night of writers cyphering to make ’em hold they soul together if they roll the dice
when it’s on a show to shadows at a trap
decide a crisis
more frequent
they using my d*ck to make a dyk* switch
i’m nice with the rhythm that be wicked, plus it’s righteous
at the same time like someone’s flipping off the light switch
and back on again a hundred times during the night*shift
welcome to the shadow of death, come step inside this
fight this, to blow whatever smoke i got to rise with
offer me to topple these and dropping all these fighters
i beat a c*ck*sucking cop to death with his own nightstick
be the same tool that i penetrate his wife with
you might get your head wedged inside a vice grip it right
twist until the tightness’ll leave your eyes split
i might flip the f*ck out, need to rewrite this (god dammit)
cause by the time we getting done there won’t be no*one left to fight with
it’s on

[chorus: wildcard]
you’s just a puppet on a string
f*ck your shiny sh*t, you disgust me with your bling, bling
we just some undiscovered kings
been unf*ckingtouchable since we erupted on the scene, scene
and turn the club into a ring
till all the pretty b*tches fighting, titties busting out the seams
you couldn’t touch us in your dreams
yeah you shining in the light but getting f*cked behind the scenes
you’s just a puppet on a string
f*ck your shiny sh*t, you disgust me with your bling, bling
we just some undiscovered kings
been unf*ckingtouchable since we erupted on the scene, scene
and turn the club into a ring
till all the pretty b*tches fighting, titties busting out the seams
you couldn’t touch us in your dreams
yeah you shining in the light but getting f*cked behind the scenes

- wildcard lyrics

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