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letra de big top - brahman_is_gone

[intro: brahman]
oh, so c-could you maybe like.. turn it up just a little bit?
oh f-ck, okay
alright
let’s go
raspy on this sh-t, okay

[verse 1]
gather ’round!
gather ’round little rascals and b-tches
you can grab a bag of popcorn and roll up your swishers
but don’t pass that sh-t to me, busy putting on a show
here’s a card, i got tickets for sale! coming hard
like a bass guitar, shooting star, and the off-notes
tall men in top hats, women in fur coats
[?] feeling raspy, peep the elephant in the room
trunk like a humpty bumper junkin’ boon
bring the h-rns back and then ill-strate my tendencies
rubbing on women, light weed, sip hennessey
the answer is a, not b and c
’cause when the ladies feel d, i like to rеmember, see
then i proceed to concеssion, the procession is following me
drumming on this sh-t like i was leading a cult or a creed
of crazy f-cking b-st-rds
no ask before they taking sh-t
and rippin’ dippers on my back i split this spliff and
light it lit!
[intermission]
f-ck, okay, uhh, is that good?
oh, you want it harder?
okay, hold on
hey, uhh, no adverbs this time, alright?

[verse 2]
i’m on this sh-t by definition
double-o, i’m on a mission
kissing women, live and love and
“won’t you hop up in my oven?”
eating like a cannibal
fava beans i’m hannibal
got a marathon to run, but f-ck it, man, i ran it still!
the window sill and apple pie
sour grapes and nasty lies
[?] skin, and women make a couple suits and matching ties
noose around your neck, she looser than the shoes i’m clowning though
barking like a stray, you choking, croaking like a f-cking frog!
soggy waffle, f-ck your meal
i’m eating, dawg, you cooking still
[?] and [?] juicy liver
cry me, make a f-cking river
try me, test me, run up on me
b-tch, i’m here to shine like johnny
light you up and send you running
while i’m gunning, back to mommy!
take him back and blast yo ass
nailing caskets in the grass
passing sh-t back to the future
shoot you up until you’ll suture
playing doctor, she’s a nurse
situation could be worse
brahman’s [?] thighs and throw yo ass up in a he-rs-!
[outro]
well, i hope you- you know your mic is f-cking garbage
alright, i’m going home, see ya’
dude, alright, cut that sh-t the f-ck out

- brahman_is_gone

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