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letra de do what you want - garrett johnson

[intro]
“hey dude, do you want to smoke this with me?” alex
“uhhh no bud, i’m gonna’ write tonight” garrett
“you actually do that? i thought you said that for the teach” alex
“nah i do” garrett
“so you’re actually sober too?” alex
“yeah i’m straightedge d.a.r.e. material” garrett
“you get lamer by the day man” alex

[verse 1]
truly i’m a good ol’ christian boy at heart
but that doesn’t mean i’ll refrain from ripping someone apart
i won’t restrain from tearing you into strips and adding mod podge to the cart
then plastering your segments up under foul remarks
making sure when the police lay your fragments on a red tarp
they observe in their notes how expertly i severed your parts
let them calculate from the bruises you struggled like a suffocating carp
i hope at your funeral they plat a lovely harp
i’m aware i don’t look like a major threat
my scrawny 5’4 midget -ss couldn’t snap your neck
but i’ll be sure to take you back
to when you were a frightened little baby sucking on your ma’s breast fat
i’ll verbally paint a vivid picture to make you livid like getting stabbed with a tack
i couldn’t care less if some lames label me me whack
it’s understood i got more talent than tour whole squad in my -ss crack
talk sh-t in a decade when my rack is filled with platinum plaques

[chorus]
i am me, and you are you
so do whatever the h-ll you want to do
find a stray dog and beat it with your shoe
switch the safety off, find that bully and shoot
i couldn’t really care less
i’m getting a little off topic, i digress
but i better not be debated or censored by congress
for using words to explain somewhat controversial content

[verse 2]
let it be apparent i’m not trying to appease the parents
by making preachy good boy music, safe for kids to hear it
or christian tunes saying, “be like david, be fearless”
f-ck that, i’d rather summon a succubus and fondle that spirit
then when i’m done dispose and sear it
don’t put me on a pedestal for speaking a message to the people
don’t get me twisted, don’t praise me, i’m not strung up on a steeple
i’m just a normal average little boy with thick skin like shingles
trynna’ give the public my lyrical gift, must be a descendant of kris kringle
but still some will be salty like original pringles
i’m under qualified to be a source of light
my life’s a dark place, so let me give you some advice
be thankful for who you have, what you have, and sacrifice
your time to live with them, you only got one life
don’t fool yourself int thinking in heaven you’ll live twice
you’re alive now, f-ck the afterlife, pay the toll, f-ck the price

[verse 3]
i’m a pacifist, but won’t stray from engaging in fisticuffs
if you talkin’ sh-t, making threats, don’t let them hit me up
you’ll wake as an amputee, with your d-ck bit off
you dog slobbed, munched, crunched on your sausage until he split it off
at the foot of your beds the machete i used to slice your family up
shotgun aimed at your chest, you’re a one pump chump
cl1ck of the trigger and your organs leave your rib cage
got your whole crew in shock and dismay
paranoid lookin’ over their shoulders, dawn to dusk, night to day
but i’m omnipresent hiding away in electromagnetic waves
they’ll turn on the radio just to hear me say
what are you doing in my land little boy
i’m a great white shark, you’re a stupid peasant koi
you really think you stood a chance against the kind k!ll joy
who demolishes empires in a single ploy
you have 10 seconds before i pound you into milk like soy

[outro]
“dude did you hear nick shot zack” alex
“really?” garrett
“yeah dude, jack and emerson saw it” alex
“ehh, well i mean you do you” garrett
“are you serious man, like zack’s dead” alex
“so what, we’re all gonna’ die anyway” garrett
“woah. that’s f-cked man, you need help” alex

- garrett johnson

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