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letra de the cleanse - dj dax

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verse 1 (dax):
(will you sleep on me when i turn twenty)
three? i’m more excited than jordan’s eyelids and dos more pilots
gore and violence, hold my sword and knife as i go inside it (you’ll)
go in silence, dumped y’all in portapotties and wore medallions
haters are shorter sighted, fall divided, i’m mordecai-ing

sit close to the king – y’all just want some important parties
bored of thotties, need me a potent audi and shawty’s saudi
woo – lately, god and i are really friends, but the
murder’s just a means to an end, it’s the cleanse

k!lling those that rap like i hate the season, k!lling
foes, seminal, it’s the major deacon, seventy
two, ready know the booth’s glacier freezing, in this
show, if not satsuki, man, i’ll say it’s treason

(poción) the bets on the table, i’m cutting the cable, you suckers need tylenol
(d-mn) i body like stayble, she’s willing and able, i lift her chin nice and slow
(aye) it’s the song of fables, brace for it like mabel, i’m taking the clorox, removing the
label, feed y’all with a ladel as my shawty cradles, declares it all fatal and wait for the siren call

chorus:
…inside, i’m dirty
…y’all rappers irk me
don’t think you heard me, it’s a means to an end, bro, there’s no
need to pretend, instead just know it’s the cleanse

// …inside, i’m dirty //
y’all never heard me
shawty’s just a means to an end, it’s cleanse

verse 2 (mangad):
my flow dirty, ya’ sh-t trash, recycling sh-t for some extra cash
and i see past all ya’ n-ggas, like all y’all n-ggas are made of gl-ss, and ya’ won’t
last, kiss my -ss, i come first ’cause a n-gga don’t last, yeah, we
know, shut up hoe, i got mine now you can go, i like to

switch my rhymes, every time, who am i, yuh, b-tch, i’m
in my prime, got to climb, ’till it’s mine, yuh, and she
is a dime, it’s a crime when she chimes in, told her
girl, it’s fine but this time, be a mime (shh) really just

feel like i’m evil, uh, itachi, i’m k!llin’ my people, uh, they mad ’cause a
n-gga don’t need you, uh, i’m under they skin like a needle, uh, i roll
dice like high stakes, uh, in the sky eating my steak, up, in the
gym holding my weight up, this my shot, shooting mine straight up, i’m like

how you n-ggas even think you compare? mad cause i’m here, yeah
i know this sh-t isn’t fair but i don’t care, you should beware, yeah, all my
n-ggas stay around and they don’t fit in with squares, so lil’ homie
watch where you stare ’cause they’ll shoot, but not here, like they’re hearing impaired

chorus:
…inside, i’m dirty
…y’all rappers irk me
don’t think you heard me, it’s a means to an end, bro, there’s no
need to pretend, instead just know it’s the cleanse

verse 3 (west):
alright, it’s me vs three flirts in polo t-shirts and uggs, d-ck
addictive as dope and they eager to research the drug, make one
od, let one go free to rehab ’till she relapse, and she strapped, so
i get top until she dislocate her kneecaps; recap from

nights inside tu madre ’cause your mom is a sk-nk, she asked if
i’m down for a train but i ain’t thomas the tank, head to your
aunt’s like “stop what you’re doing and please strip for me”
mood? spongebob at the bubble bowl, sweet victory, i’m

trippin’, shrooms got me seeing spirits at night, rappers
holifield, b-tch, i’m coming for your ear with the “mike”, lyrics get
tight as that bikini on rasputia at the water park, i’m
breaking racists jaws apart and breaking n-ggas daughters hearts

d-mn, applying pressure, how do you handle it?
self-reflection flexing i’m fresh in some fubu flannel sh-t
caricature content, i came to animate the grid
if you mad then you can slit your wrist like hannah baker did, b-tch

chorus:
…inside, i’m dirty
…y’all rappers irk me
don’t think you heard me, it’s a means to an end, bro, there’s no
need to pretend, instead just know it’s the cleanse

verse 4 (dax):
hold up, can you vision dax in this accurate?
some won’t think i’m christian after this, mad as sh-t
activist, i’m never adequate, had to just
ban the manners, listen god exists, pastor, it’s

true, i’m preaching the doggone truth
zr, lock on you, bzar, we are
three star super sentai like the
saban group and i got proof

gurren internet, i log on too
got good friends and great friends, but who are the fake friends
kitchen whipping singing peace with no apr-n, no
worries ’cause wifey’s here making the same thing

dj d-a-x, the tape is amazing
concepts undefeated, girlfriend, never needed
what you mean conceited? any beat, i eat it
stains my christ deletes, albeit be i knee deep in the cleanse

- dj dax

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