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letra de bronze age mindset - alt slauson

i have sold out to the patriarchy in this culture

(verse 1: alt slauson)
whoo! i got the bronze age mindset
fleeing persecution cuz i ain’t ready to die yet
find the nearest car with that fresh pine scent
god i love that sh-t
(yuh)

all up on my d-ck cuz i’m famous on the internet
i’m-a get some land before the final winter set

if you sеnd a text don’t send no emoji

i don’t get depressed, i get more focused
what’s it like getting kicked in the b-lls for
biting the hand that feeds you?
bet you wish you had a redo
sh-t hurt so bad he’s speaking hebrew
mi sheberach i just shot your brother
“you’re a f-ggot,” the last words he uttered (what)
flipped him on the couch just like my lover
then continued to (d-mn)
put you to sleep, call me debussy (whoa)

i’ll beat it like cream boy get this whupping (i’ll whup that ass)

(yuh)
do you still feel in charge, mr. wayne
(verse 1: bl!ckytwod-cks)
man i hit the bong so hard a cracker think
that he the most fly (ooh)
can’t hear a thing, just smell the dank and give me
everything this hundred dollars can buy, whoa
, behind the wheel
dui now my ass in jail and i never got to that in-n-out
like i’m paris hil- sh-t
just passed by there go another pig
just got out i ain’t going back again
since ’97 b-tch how you been
stacking all this money getting
f-cked by the government and sh-t
you don’t know about it, b-tch what you know about this
n-o-t-h-i-n-g
you gonna learn when you go f-ck with me
you see this bread, this lunch, this cheese
i eat, i eat, but ain’t sh-t free
free, free, free, free
don’t know a d-mn thing about it
making all these racks every god d-mn friday
say i make a lot cuz you know i never count it
and i know i can blow and go and get it without it
d-mn b-tch, (how crazy) who knew the white kids would rap like this
juggle ball boys and we back in this b-tch
and when i say back i mean the back of your ass full fist
sh-t, d-mn, this is my jam
sleeping good at night like i made a hundred bands
i see you getting closer, i can smell your f-cking breath
but you couldn’t even touch me if you
had a hundred hands, d-mn
sh-t d-mn jam

- alt slauson

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