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letra de strive - hurdy

end of the year, huh?
so, we just gone have to get along then
aight, lemme just neck this blunt real quick

skating of em fourty pops, red dot, cage drop
raging at the hoarding cops, voulgar as a pornograph
raw as a fucking court rocking
c-ke snorting, corduroy’s cropped and floyd boppin
floor’s cold as a close holded robbery
good lord, and some slow moalding vodka sips
north of the arteries, sergant full of cartridges
carved inside the esophagus to saturate the omnius
partly scared as spartacus, hard as bars i garner too
shed my garnments in the garbage bin
carnage at the pharmacy we’re starving like the barney kids
it’s narsissistic garnering
pardon me for barging in the bar again
i’m high and outta nitrogen, site em fires like a pyroman
laughing at the larconists
abnoxious looking arsonist, aspiring ‘nsighted lyricist
he’s clearly indicisive as the lyrics p-rs-d by pharmasists
perscribed like narx to marxisists

the show ain’t over
let em eat
there is always room (truuuth)
the shallows forming
will you just stand there looking dumb?
the show ain’t over
crowds still rumbling

hypocrite
written into kryptonite
the misfits with the script, resists the need to stick with it
like tommie smith in my b-tch shit with my fist clinched
screamin things with my lips sealed
this is the system nibling piggies
titilating try to tame the wild hogs like some menaces
-ssembled and imprisoned in addition to these ripping shivvers
chilling with the fictiously simple civil liberties
biggotries, opinions based invigoratly
wrist pinching little village as a gritty centepide
creating emphasis s-s-so premiscious
it is a synonym of citizens
with a d-ck up in their liver by a pseudonym, envisaging
covincing things as ignorance
a bliss abyss oblivion
they’re cheezing while i’m k!lling em, delirium
load the bong and bone that shit
flows as sick as kosher meals, that slowly grows opposed to this
i’m blowing trees like moses did
moshed non-abortionists morbidly, but don’t endorse this shit
ho-rs- throats sore from gory horrorflicks, discortesy
cordialy, abducted foreign hoes just like joseph did
no source of remorse nor some corny ornaments
poor souls, torch the spliff you use to scortch corpses with
of course they morphed into morpheus
i’m storming both those gorgeous pills
b-tton up, you must’ve had enough of us
heard he busted nuts and such, with ruptured crusty b-tts for lunch
erupted in your cousins guts, hurdy fucked some musty sluts
and now ur up, b-ttercup, for clusterfucking uppercuts

the show ain’t over
let em eat
there is always room (truuuth)
the shallows forming
will you just stand there looking dumb?
the show ain’t over
crowds still rumbling

- hurdy

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