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letra de homegrown - electronic jack

[chorus: tota]
reality is i’m trapped, i’m stuck, but
i must be frigid cause i couldn’t give a f-ck
like the saints i always come marching through
cause this is how you shaped me, thank you
i’m learning every day, today is a new one
set off the alarms, alert the eardrums
see my minds chained up, locked answers
think i just k!lled it like kenny, i’m a b-st-rd

[verse 1: electronic jack]
vault 101. come in son. get popped in yo head and done. ride around town with oliva munn. play big pun or conjunction junction
hands off my radio c-msumption! i don’t own this car, eve does. just ran over over a crippled blood. we’ve been known to cripple
thugs. succ-mb to the hype, alright! i’m so on this mic, it’s like deepthroat–instrumentals, k!lling themselves so emo that it’s
puuure dope. here it goes. you’re comatose. cut you up with envelopes. now if you don’t get the dying joke, go open up a vegetable

i’ll let you know, who you is. tell you your worth like an ebay bid. off my meatstick, i got to p-ss. the opposite is being l!cked
i can be nasty, i can be cl-ssy. not a rapper from degr-ssi, but if you ask eve, i am happy with this mind full of catastrophe
“subst-tuted reality”, make that your status, b; and i will be glad to see, the universe will remember me; and it will remember you
the ultimate mecha soldiers. staying underground till it all blows over

[verse 2: electronic jack]
you never finish school until you stop learning. earning the right to an afterlife, trying to keep up with the aphrodite, like i can’t
when this. how many women have i de-friended, wait-a-minute, more than i want to reminisce on, in this song. pssh, c’mon. they’re long
gone. you want me to be the nice guy to complain to when your boyfriend’s getting high?!! hittin’ me up on live all the time like i
don’t have a life?!

lose my number, facebook and skype, or i’m gripping your windpipe, inside your crib when it’s dark at night–with a ninja gaiden sword
to slide. makin’ plans to have your sister on her knees for one night while i stand. i’m too rough to be a gentleman, maan!

but i still put up with it. are you folks up to it? this kinda style that i cobra spit. getchu sick with. cryptic lyrics that can’t be
listed, on rapg*nius. drinkin’ more orange soda than kel in front of kenan. man, my hands are in my pocket and i’ll still be here swinging
bringing, that tipsy leaning cr-ss cl-ss with no meaning, baby!!

[chorus]

[verse 2]
i’m an insane gamer that can’t be tamer than your average sniper. so why apply for a military corp, buddy? i’m way too nicer. my life
is like a montage. the scenes are non-stop, with a frozen clock, covering up day old pop rocks stocked in hot sauce. i’m borderline
mordecai–window shopping stuff he can’t buy, for a girl that don’t even like him, so it’s back to playing sims. and daydreaming n’
creeping, on the weekends. poisoning your boyfriend, and your best friend…and if you’re a freaky girl, your next of kin. haha

you left the key above the doormat, so i’m sticking you with thumb tacks, and snapping your spine back. i call that, mortal
kombat. for that adrenaline like adrian in watchmen. i’m stopping every compet-tion you wishin’ that i would collab with

attack 2chainz with rabid bunnies, contained in acid. then ask quick, about his busted lip, before i smack it. sometimes it’s hard to get
along with an outcast. but i prefer to set fire to the gr-ss and watch the aftermath. haha

[chorus]

- electronic jack

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