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letra de dawn of the mask - disjointed

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stepping out in all black, closing the he-rs- door
when i burst forth, expect weapon toting and curse storms
method imposing, definite loathing purp forms
collective in dosing, joking, vested i learn more

sip the kool aid, my buddy boy
listen you fake, blue faced, crew lame, soy soup made, funny coy
character, liu kang stunting, annoyed weary words
very firm fairy, you germ carrying airy worm

i don’t like the way you staring at omnipotence
aware of astrophysicists, but i abide to my own rules
i’m so cool, clone fools, they scared of m-ss indifference
but wearing masks is different, i’m finna show you

we got no rules, just a planet and limitless power
gimmicks is sour, sipping timid pickins for hours, ya
step out the kitchen, you flower
100% beefy kick drums, no added chicken or flour

frumpy emcees please, you ain’t electrifying
shocking as it is, i think you need to do some exercising
my saliva is pesticides-y with extra white bleach
but when i spit at you, don’t expect you can rest beside me

living the dream, sleep walker talking in trances
drinking meat sauce from the bottle, kick it supreme
pick my brain, typing on a chiclet frame
f-ck stones, i’ll break your bones with sticks and chains

emcees look like george clooney in booty shorts
suckin that joint, you’re truly a dooby wh0r-
clocked, clobbering, toppling top goblins
married to the game, but the relationship’s not monogamous

semi-professional bar slinger
the star wringer, a card bringer to start arguments, piloting r wingers
in time, expect a sh-t load of schizos
fans walk on brimstone to go to this kid’s show

p-ss in the punch on your wedding night
disjointed is shedding light
keep my head up high i can see heaven’s sky
backs against the wall until you can be identified

unidentified flying genocide, homie
cry lonely, why homie, i’m gonna die woe me
i’m a high pop icon wielding a pipe bomb, i prom
fight on, light on the nikon captured the night wrong

i’m the sh-t and ya’ll are party p–pers it’s hardly great
find me defecating at alarming rates
i don’t’ think it’s healthy but i don’t care either way
‘cause i got a flow that’d make jesus say jesus h

keep the change, i’m a saint with an evil face
a naughty att-tude grim thoughts and get fecal grades
d-mn b-tch your crew sucks, bars weak and i
bet all you eat sandwiches too much, amateur move bruh

- disjointed

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