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letra de dunce fitted - jakprogresso

intro:

– yo jak i showed-i showed my friends and sh-t, ah man, i show-i show like ten friends i-i think one or two, uh really liked it
– you know, your sh-t’s trash bro
– the rest kinda lose one or two they want a fence
– (inaudible) grabbin’ awful?
– yeah man i don’t know what you doin’ bruh i like ’em… hah
– your sh-t’s trash…

verse:
yo, uh, weed head (uh?), i’mma die in a crash like abi folgers
blunt burned holes in the pullover
cadaver in the trunk with the poles pulled over
pulled dro, shook in the whip like rifkin pulled over
nah not really, that’s just done for the sport
some couldn’t stomach my thoughts
perhaps when i was a youngin, one would have thought
his parents found the head of a cat in a plastic bag, under the porch
but they always knew something was off, tongue is a fork
met the devil once we spent months in and talked
walk one with the force
if i was rich i’d buy guns for the poor and stash weapons in the glove of my porsche
f-ck a dope fiend, i chew shroom caps over booze
i’m the hip-hop art deflect laughing with the gat in my grill (ahahahaha…!)
keep an arm’s length, it’s not about the ones you aren’t or are vets (nah)
it’s just i’m not really hearin’ bars yet (word)
i chop up a rapper and scatter his limbs to be collected by armed feds
so it become far fetched
not a upper google rapper, toon loop maker, get a life
i picture cds like chris elliott tossin’ newspapers (wow)
slay daywalkers or moon phaser
i be out slayin’ daywalkers a moon phaser
l!ck blood, human tongue become a barrel l!ck shots
hydrochloric parts meant to strip hot
at the door vibe on some karl hingus
my grip twist carpals cg image, marvel with it
watch cloud sitting, pourin’ all
this album another obese house ridden, corpse to haul
curse to gods at war with all, nightmares are arid all
shark lines slip through deep with an orenthal
fatal dose emblem wrapped in crib cables, chop beats
break boards and split tables
i tip cradles, my shelter pea coat from all free though smell like lit basil
outro:

– we belong to a family who makes ing*nius and murderous toys, imagine, toys handled diabolically by our ancestors, to k!ll and destroy!

- jakprogresso

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