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letra de orgone duster - jakprogresso

intro:

he is like, that’s the type o’ n-gga that comes with some sh-t and shoots sh-t up, and y’all be taking it lightly like that n-gga’s a weirdo, i told you that last time, this n-gga’s a weirdo! yeah

2019, 999, flip that sh-t, you know the deal, ready to talk this sh-t, bad vibes, yo

verse:

i flip more styles than that dude in split, throw fits like angry tourettes kids with lego bricks
it’s a mass destructive weapon in the wrong hands, it’s the pure tan, i’m the burnin’ straw man
lookin’ at the lake taking bong hits, bomb sh-t, always adorned with bl–dy kindergarten palm prints
burn trees like drug seizures, my music on repeat during drug seizurеs
boys and emperors, drug caesars, thе plug either stash spot, stuff speakers
off the huffy, yo plex (plex!) they talkin’ bummy (yo!), we hit brandon lee with a dummy
johnny get dark and bar out like, it’s always sunny, my sh-t christopher hitchens slap puppies!
hot sauce colonic, spittin’ hot sh-t, punches crack like rocky lockridge
in the booth, i’ll smoke you out, that’s a hippie promise, split his noggin, that’s a sh-tty omelette!
no tellin’ what i do in the booth for a grip, stab a 16 like i ran in a high school with the shiv
i’m soldiers kelvin coolants in this, eyes droop with the spliff, sight unique blue with this rip
moon dipped in p-ss, i’m mutant, the coolant drips sick, water the land at shrooms with the safe
i’ll sell a cd in a park at the crack sale, rat tail, (wow) i don’t care about a rapper’s past tales
i rap for wrinkled up cash and grass bells, for a 16, i get 16 grams of wax mail
tongue to the tab sells, writin’ mad rails, you all get smoked and dropped like a gap failed
my dose got these junkies walk like narcan, i’m a creep, narc van, smokin’ gas marshland
lace a burner mark man, then watch your cartoon ghost float up playin’ harp strings
drop drug donkey sh-t, i’m a dope mule, sweatin’ ketamine, the pillowcase so through
rain dance on ? puddles and crumble voice, my face dead from white resin, jungle boy
these cyphers, shaman centered, enter battle savage, with the headdress like tatanka entered
bomb on mentors, when i record, fanatics form like pac fans outside the trauma center
what’s a label (what?), pastel, turn bring to el paso, i’ll be the rapper you cats sold
i slap foam, of these mini casseroles, tryin’ to cast roles to find sh-t, i’m the assh0l-

- jakprogresso

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