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letra de hot dog carbonara - angle (usa)

verse 1:
tell you a little bit about this microphone holder, got a little older
now i’m a better paper folder, knowing a third of our life is rolling over where the pillow’s colder
if doubt pops, i dead it. look in the mirror, you a bad m-th- don’t forget it
i favor the odds ‘cause i set ‘em. find a penny from heaven you better bet it
i pulverize the lemons, never let ‘em, see the pucker on the mug until i’m
dead and gone. what you on? i’m on and on; of the soul, potholes in my lawn
what would you do if i sang out of tune? well, i do. do you want to put the auto on?
maybe make a hit the lotto song? baby-making electronic song?
you must be smoking off the chronic bong, like this rhyme scheme is moronic long
just another sonic bomb from a close friend of your mom, two rights don’t make a wrong
just a hundred and eighty degrees. angle in the catbird’s seat with the keys
since back as a lad, the coldest gab, make a scantily clad, harlequin freeze
so, fat lady please, don’t make me take to a knee. don’t make me wait to be free
the media we see, immediately, create the debris. i negotiate chi
trust when head rust, i’m reasoning, long gone, sayonara!
must collect dust for seasoning, hot dog carbonara
chorus:
chant, from underground
can’t, put it down
champion sound
get on up! get on up!
fix a plate and fill your cup!
verse 2:
you’re in my ring, so like gollum, i’m following you, talking ‘bout we got a prollem
and i’m still standing tall when, you invade sp-ce like rows of aliens falling
i sing ‘em like i call ‘em, call ‘em like i see ‘em (fart noise) onomotopean
not a human being. that guy, wouldn’t want to be him
i guess i’m too involved with being me and y’all i don’t care at all who’s agreeing
sometimes you gotta grow a pea pod and drop your bag like you’re teaing
like a scr-p, throwing punches ‘til you get cracked
short circuit, then you shake it off. get in focus, then you’re throwing back
knuckle busting, start the protocol for the concussion
then you connect with one of your best, get you right back in the discussion
that’s how you win, with a one-battle-at-a-time strategy
then you’re gone with the wind, why i’m straying from the cattle and i’m fine, if you’re mad at me
remind me not to upset the apple cart, wishing i didn’t tear the plan apart
my brow’s dropped enough sweat. respect the street magician by tomorrow
ride off in the sunset, malpositioned apparition, sayonara!
compliments to the chef for the mix, hot dog carbonara
chorus repeat
verse 3:
started with “get off me,” but the coffee, is warming my soul this morning
making me awfully softy. downgrade scorning to idle warning
no, i’m not conforming; don’t keep up with regulatory social norming
find it boring like promoting biz before performing
hook:
whoo! bubble centered on another level
whoo! star hunting, no i never settle
whoo! sonning puppets like geppetto when i make ‘em
whoo! and wipe, forehead sweat from the work i do!
verse 4:
i put a voice to my thoughts, no use to p-ssing in pots
that’s a misuse of cookware. i got stew for the box
booming truth for the lots, don’t reach ‘em, but i don’t stop
you in school where i pause, to teach ‘em, ‘cause money talks
and i‘ve been called to the job, some say aesthetically pleasing
baggage packers, them heads stay prophetically cheasing
if it’s possible to uneducated, then get sirius on the radio
that’s a bronco’s dead debate. i’ll end it with an imperious, stop!
diatribe before the tribe died, eulogy and thanks on it
make sure the life is full before i pour a drank on it
put the white or black on it. we put that thumb tack on it
i put the backhand, middle-finger smack on it
pink that -ss-cheek, scold-like spank on it
think it’s gold? put that eastside stank on it
put that on my momma. you can put the bank on it
bet the farm, i put the kitchen sink, until i draw a blank on it
hook repeat

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