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letra de bad day - eyedea & abilities

the only way i cope with depression is remembering i’m the dopest ever
you, and flowing never can go together like bathing suits and snowy weather
and for forever name it truth. name some troops i’d probably plow’em
cause you actually stick out like genital warts on a sore thumb
i ‘ma die of boredom hearin your take, i mean that long
repetitive song your cub scout leader helped you make
you want an artistic, autistic, d-ck sucking band-wagon bumper sticker?
get off my jock, can’t you read the do not disturb sign on my zipper?
what’s this a test?- to how much weight my d-ck can carry?
i’m fresh, ill, nice, and every other word in the dictionary
b-tch i’m very sick, i thought i was through talking sh-t
now i’m like “f-ck the world” just cause you walk on it
i lost my grip on optimism, now that my hands are free
i’ma show your whole family the p-ssed off ferocious animal man in me
i tried to be passive in the title bout, but now its time for superman
to give little mighty mouse something to whine about
the house nerds: their cheeks tremble when they pretend to pr-nounce words
my d-ck’s the mickey dee’s of mcee’s: over 80 billion mouths served
you and all your boys can’t take me.- it destroyed your ladies pride when you tried
to flow and your voice was shakey. cotton mouth, nervous stutter
you shoulda known you was weak when you got your
half-deaf, alzheimer’s having- grandma critiquing you

i’m having a bad day so just keep quiet
you made it a whole lot worse when i found out you didn’t diet
i bet your mom feels the same way, but she don’t say sh-t
that’s why she sniffed markers when she was pregnant
and laced your bottle with lead paint chips you’re an ancient’s ancient fossil
fell in a pothole needs a role model to follow and picked me cause i got flows
i got those saying you can’t get with me. your only chance at victory
is if i write a rhyme for you to spit to me. slow-poke
you’ll be leaving with a swoll throat after the battle
and a tattoo on your head that says “eyedea’s no joke”
you humongous scr-t-m fungus bacterial parasite
i’ve been tearing mic’s since you were knee high to a premature
wood tick. -shush b-tch,- i’ll leave you tore, as people roar in laughter
stop bleeding otherwise after your gonna have to clean the floor
here’s a dust pan for dead skin and chipped bones:
you got crushed man, you shoulda went home and took your flinstones
like a good r-t-rded, dejected, neglected, double-headed sperm that fertilized a mutated egg that was definitely anorexic. so that explains why you got the iq of a barbie doll
and the patience of an alarm clock, you’d be the first one to start a brawl
and the last one to get of intensive care,- i cause death on contact with paper every time i put my pencil there

[yo] i didn’t get enough sleep, and i ain’t had sh-t to eat
plus your mouth is running like new athletes at a track meet
my head hurts, my body aches and i ain’t got sh-t to do. f-ck it
i’ll just take out all my anger on you….[man, haha, now i feel cool]

- eyedea abilities

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