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letra de feed that to the needy, pts. 1 & 2 - departure (rap)

[pt. 1]

[intro: departure]
enough funny business
who the f-ck is that?
who the f-ck are you?
calling me at 5:26 in the morning
okay, i see you
yo

[verse 1: departure]
i’m a pigface baby coming off the coshes of a coffin
incondensible thought classical destructible offer
flip you like inseminators post-protocol follow
with the non-resemblance of roast beef and the curtains of poppies
i don’t speak proper
insouciantly got the cadence of chicago mobsters
preceding the southern drawl facing a police officer
harken back to eras of iraq lobster and foster the people
i’m a monster not stirring this sh-t up evеl knievel style
and i’vе been evil for a while
your pitiability does not phase me, emotions dedicatory for what?
i re-paved the way for faux fanatic seargeancies
in the event we do animal surgery urgently
i spit on dourers if you try me, this is not a “blimey” moment
i place pauliads straight up into hidey holes and spit through them again
all the money in the world is ineffectual
so i need bill ackman to stay in his lane, he’s not factual, yeah
i’m the crossfaded prophet coughing up toxins of c-ckpit
obnoxious omnidirectional crowdk!ller of moshes
sloshed it ’round, plasma in pocket gotten the gossip
non-euclidean logic, this rolodex of rotten dialects, cybernetic
silhouette dissected the human side effects of dialectic violence
we drown science into appliance smoke
“we all r-t-rded” is what the friar spoke, required so
post-mortem performance, deformation decorum, grammar in the black sand
heave ho with the ho-rs-d from the anthem, tantrumed glass hands
flexuous how we left this earth, reliefless
and the tufthunters were equal to the demons, keep speaking ’cause it’s
[bridge]

[verse 2: departure]
’cause it’s qualms bombing quantum qualia balms, charles de gallic shrug
the type of mic i’d find covered in /leftypol/
improvisate artist, turned-hard-again bawled in the office
unduplicability is so incredibly common
i cook you slow in a copper daubier
served via carhop with the meat heated to maximum rubicundity
pungently perpetual strangury, angrily immortalized i live rent-free
and every other motherf-cker’s going off dirt cheap
there’s no motif for third-degree burns
sleep in receipt heaps, t–th deep
burying grief beneath the herded, word blur
word to jant thinking he lifts myths
you crazy absurd, i’ve seen you drip, p-ssy
the siddha chugs along, no worry about the children
i peeped you pitched your voice and all has been forgiven
based on the way you watch your shoes, you continue to live capitalist mindsets
i cannot engage in good (faith)
maslow states that change must start at the (base)
when i judge you, i’m not looking at you, i’m looking at the (frame)
archaean defensative, stamp red for a pessimist (wait)
only the stupid say they’re sick just like the rest of them
posturing improper to pretend to pontificate
flivvering into chlorophylliferous territory
a staining of the overbound traction
but i guess when your idol’s a h0m-phobic fatass, that’s what tends to happen
[bridge]

[pt. 2]

[verse 3: departure]
fragmented, wrapped in a thousand flags
andrew jackson democratic multi-faceted half-blood
bath bump of salt, b-lls to the wall, aerial assault attack
marblehead gangster broaching the fortress, forfeit
do we choose to ignore it?
nine-inch corset for corsairs
(shut the f-ck up chump, you’re not a goonie)
i could whistle this line with two t–th
got kicks like bruce lee and never not be knowing when to perform my duties
to each their own, gooner got the b00bies in the phone
i look good in my white tee, blindly blinding 1980s
almighty duck can suck a d-ck for kicks and sh-t
ain’t a sweet sweeter than a southern-bred iced tea
we cried ’til he died flying north with an alien in his pocket
muttering something, psychobabble psyche
gotta take pics for the wifey, ’cause the id is indecisive
overdiligently priceless paradoxer, rock my dockers at the high sea, sipping hi-c
back when dennehy was my favorite actor, plaster backwards
b-lls to the wall, aerial assault attack
the kind of night where i could bum a f-g
watch the moon and scream, “f-ck the facts”
nervous post-ataxiagram, ’cause we found every word you said
spotted “mohammedanism” in thesaurus
punch walls with bored fist
unhooked wh0re b-tch
dunny cooks core pits
apple soars
this the inexpectancy we debated in the portions of eras-m-nt
scratching records in the bas-m-nt

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