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-dean ambrose out this bitch by jimmy carter - xxxix empire lyrics

i brought the chaos on some over the head sh-t
ma f-ckers can’t get they bread because jimmy will dead sh-t
my dope got the meds ripped; kryptonite-causing bleeding like a set trip
bet it gets f-cked up come play and pitch to me
i hit homers off the ken griffey. that’s code name for a vaped spliffy
i can out-drake-drake in a millisecond
watch sun king kill a peasant and maxx 39 catch a bid for wrecking
dropin science but the kid go scientology nuts
my biology is clutch, smoke with no crutch
i’m raw mondays get smacked on tuesday
no blunts to use haze, apologies to the dutch
flex like a funk master
you skunk b-st-rd, you smoke skunk you get p-ssed after
trying to teach like a blast master
style is so predictable; my six flags flash p-ss tagged ya
i p-ss the line on you to finally bill a fine on you
no hammer, i just pull the 39 on you
empires rising, shrimps are expiring
not meant to be hiring for the job to grant peace among those who are admiring
respect like franklins h-t, i got good at that, i sank your ship
g head to toe; you might be g ankle to hip
but i thank you for being able to trip
my kool aid i grant you a sip, stamp you a kiss on a dedication
no kiss of death, your jaded kiss can’t wish with satan
obliteration on your mental status
no zuckerburg on the curb shooting dice with your namesake
like bad s-x you came quick into the radar
but you an outfielder: stay back, you play far
notices there’s a lot of you’s i’m not saying names
i can go 39 frames of displaying lames–dismaying fame
broken leg, i ain’t playing games
use to give a f-ck now i truly fake the shame
celebrated hatred is your problem, word to my chain
goku ya -ss you all insane
yo but hey! what more can i say?
imploring decay of exploring a day
of peace love and happiness, the boring relay
relying on pay to find a brighter way
out the blue it’s beyond saying like girls of jay
i don’t believe but i know i’m on the right page
like maxwell middle name but i’m f-cking jimmy carter and i came to stay get out my way
i’ll shout my case up out my face until i raise
from the field of angry days, unpleasant hanging phase that’s playing rage to my brain
it stays there displaying a daze, i walk away from the evil
it can’t follow me forever
legs deleterious
mind bending contemplation
wanting patience, in religion {it’s partly satan}
highest maintenance that’s why i get high like fly -ss patients
out the dispensary
this sh-t is elementary
no sh-t sherlock, my burlap sack is covered in mad keef
looking like that sh-t i don’t like when i’m in the spot son i’m a chief on sight
put a repeat on the mic, i got anchorman s-x skills
foursomes singing songs of afternoon delight
fantasies exposing breast sizes, check surprises
looking for ladies whose intellect mesmerizes
where’s kayla, where’s victoria, where’s mariah?
you can catch us drumming up like we jeremiah
give your lady a reason not to wear attire
share insiders like we stock trading corruption
that’s what you feel when your caught making -ssumptions
make sure that i’m b-mping, all my sh-t is thumping
like i’m the junk yard dog, peace beloved
tell these cats to shove it; i’m out in public
smoking joints on bikes in public, i like to run it, my mic is buzzing
get the f-ck out of my sight you bugging
you ain’t hot – you only light the oven
don’t spite my cousin
i’m lyrically charlie munger with gnarly hunger
s-x with twins i wonder, make them rain and thunder
smoke a stain, put the whole f-cking day on tumblr
we did gymnastics and yes she is a tumbler
perfect 10, i’m nxt in this b-tch
no way jose, i got mango for sale
cbd make the boom burn speeds of snail
just water and mad tea, i can drink like a whale
alcohol makes me negative as well as the lack of sleep
my whole life i’ve been the blackest sheep
to sit in ciphers of cynical separatist i fail to ask for seats
the fingers of a poet, thc marks the prints
i’m king i’m prince i’m king i’m king i’m prince
(my) thing is this, wanna be legit?
to the self-destructive thoughts you must plead the fifth
the vibes can speak the gist
but it is your job to weaken the grip of seeking bliss from a sinking ship
sh-t..

- xxxix empire lyrics

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