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letra de ex-traffic-ganza - daniel monroe

ex-traffic-ganza lyrics
[verse]
exit out the traffic in this extravaganza
tropic stanzas, crop and censor them so they couldn’t be answered
chop ’em with lancers, drop ’em with gnashers
let these amateurs know who they’re master is
interrogative tones with insipid banter
jamming stamina levels with limitless dampeners
doing donuts with a jcb fastrac tractor
with an orangutan grip more powerful than a trash compactor
past centuries of penitentiaries
plastic memories turned into tragic remedies
astrophysic mcs with such rap density
eating dark mattеr ecstasy pills to reach galactic sensibility
it ain’t happеning without the tyranny of uxas
beat your ass worse than tank abbott did to john matua
you put h’s in your name cause the h is in you
a couple of grammar checks was enough to finish you
look at the menu, the catch of the day are cheapskates
at the venue of the monroe sweepskates
callin’ out yellow, that’s a mistake
if you can’t write, i’ll give you a 40 bar rebate
i can relate to someone that does what you really do
i’ll have to re-rate and degrade your channel really soon
no appreciation to your fans, dial pound 82
treat ’em like animals and have ’em jump three hoops
a horton doesn’t hear a who, he watches you eat food
yeah, that’s dr. creep seuss
once i wear some cheap suits and mr. beast’s shoes
i’m very pleased to meet you, call me mr. me too
born with brain wave abnormality
it’s a responsibility like immortality
it’s not a disability, it’s a superpower that i don’t abuse
i’m autistic, you’re normal, what’s your excuse?
citrus squeezed eyeb-lls on a porcelain platter
a grotesque physique with a shortened bladder
weakened eyesight forming orbital cancer
a lazy recession for one human’s source in the chapter
digging bullet wounds then brute force after
starvation throughout the course in the calendar
h-ll begins when torture restarts from the examiner
an unforgiven man ordered himself to stab his innards
a country’s enterprise, handled by an oligarchy
with a little help of my friends with paul mccartney
racing to get home like it’s parcheesi
the whole pie is my share like i’m larfleeze
the greed and hunger makes me wanna take archery
a stable trust was the only hard piece
the swarm ain’t no convention in an old marquee
we hunt the worst and we decide when to start the season

- daniel monroe

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