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letra de animal skinz - alter ego collective

ha ha ha!
alter ego collective
a.c

[hook x1]

i just wanna beat on the skin of a dead animal
stretched over the same wood they use for banana boats
160 beats per minute, the shamans antidote
i’ll make music however, smashin’ coconuts and cantaloupe

[verse 1]

taught music to myself
f-ck paying someone else
i always did it for love and
never ever chased the wealth
pots and pans, h-ll yeah!
smash em together
mom screaming h-ll no
but, i’m gonna do whatever
the h-ll i please
i got sound sickness, ill disease
i’ve been making a fantastic racket
since i was crawlin’ on my knees
playing spoons at the dinner table instead of eatin’ my peas
smacking drums, gl-ss bottles, guitars and tambourines
i got personal bpm going 24/7
real, relax [?] the only time i be fretting
some people saying i’m pretty good
i got musicians sweating like this cat’s taking over the scene
we gonna let him? naw, get him
so then i play in the asphalt with my t–th, cl1ck-clack
american history x, bite the street and lean your head back
sh-t, even though i’m dead i didn’t go out wack
i made a sound so loud the whole block heard my jaw crack!

[hook x2]

[verse 2]

bang chi bang bang and bawitaba
i was born strangling myself to stop the sounds comin’ out raw
doc cut the cord and i said “guess who’s back”
and his smart -ss jaw hit the floor
grabbed his epiglottis, made him caw
i laughed and screamed more
flash forward to age four at the playground
recess time
all these kids making noise, i love the sound of war cry’s
almost as pleasing as the teasing screaming of a wh0r-
begging me to do it faster, harder, rougher and i can
sh-t, we’ve been f-cking for two hours and now i’m starting to pant
and we keepin’ up the neighbors with you yelling god d-mn!
so i’m smacking out a sick beat on your beautiful -ss
your b-ss drum bum bum got a red print of my hand
hooping and hollering to the rotations of this earth
i’ve been rhyming and crying out ever since my birth
every time i rap a track it feels like i’m up in my worth
it comes so natural i do it for the fun. this ain’t work

[hook x2]

[verse 3]

yeah, i rock a mean drum set p-ssed down from my dad
he used rock it back in the day, 70’s rock and roll band
it was love at first hit with the drum stick in my hand
and my first alter ego was born, the drummer man
later on stoner highs got in my persona and van halen
got p-ssed a fatty in panama and started inhaling
filthy vibes arrived when i discovered this poetry
writing gimmicky limericks, quick hits of flowing free
and last to arrive in my head sp-ce was frost king freezing
when my heart iced from drugs and things got sleazy
they were all hanging together doing shows in my head
i was having trouble deciphering the things that they said
i couldn’t keep it contained, they pulled a f-cking jail break
i started spewing things that were foreign to me
it was divine intervention so i fell to my knees
wouldn’t believe until jesus lit me up and we burnt trees!

[hook x1]

(i just wanna beat on the skin of a dead animal) [x3]

- alter ego collective

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