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letra de all over your face - jarrett sorko

[verse 1]
yo, i know karate when i’m drunk at a party
hotter and fresher than machine dried laundry
taking home b-tches like adopting a puppy
then creaming inside, that’s what i do to a hot tea
go. i kinda wanna really gotta stop getting wasted
but sober girls want the world before they’re getting naked
i got no cash for dating and i couldn’t buy you nice wine
girl i’m f-cking broke like a bp pipeline
let’s do another shot and say “f-ck that sh-t”
i could just cook meth if i wanna be rich
but i’m not the mile high club, couldn’t give a flying f-ck
d-ck inside your brain, ya i’m really quite the mind f-ck

[pre-hook]
jizzing with my words bringing literary love
just like you bought a pixar fl!ck it’s time to open up

[hook]
pun so hard you’ll be blind for days
(all over your face, all over your face)
splooging wordplay all over the place
(all over your face, all over your face)
vocabulary like a can of mace
(all over your face, all over your face)
like dictionaries at the end of p-rn takes
(all over your face, all over your face)

[verse 2]
look i’m a comic rapper, sheet of plastic
ill til’ death, it’s like i’m magic
write karate donkey like a lyrical -ss kick
putting rhymes in caskets, cause they’re that sick
gifting grammar, i’m rapping present
guilty of wordplay with every sentence
casting terms to play with words
when you get one joke two more occurred
i met this chick and i said hi
i’d like introduce myself with my state of mind
we started making out by a wet floor sign
put her up against a wall and then i slipped inside

[pre-hook]
it’s about 2 seconds from your face to your thighs
pretend it’s essay writing and watch your eyes

[hook]

[break]
this is where the song’s gonna decompose
throw your hands up; bulimic cannibals
i got a magical flow; mother nature’s ovulation
next level sh-t like elevator defecation
an optimist, yo, but i say ‘no’ to drugs
ya, i talk to my weed when i get f-cked up
3 quarters thug, i’m like a hug
must of sucked off jesus cause i’m full of love
but i’d k!ll a mothaf-cka using ink and trees
b-tch i’m like aids; don’t f-ck with me
i draw wings on to the words i rhyme
cause they’re over your head in every line

[pre-hook]
let me jizz with phonics just once more
i’d do a money shot but i’m way too poor

[hook]

- jarrett sorko

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