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letra de blondie - jinerik

[doc initials]
always dealing heavy doses
its not appealing its ferocious

[jinerik]
f-ck the fiction that we faction up and fix shit
cause if we got fixed up we’d suffocate on duct tape. adhd

my styles too legit, looms around your neck and never loosens till you lose some oxygen coughing up your eulogy
you’ll agree i’m setting standards high fo bystanders p-ssing by
the last time you heard a flow like mine you huffed a can of turpentine
burning up the verses i’m a cursed kid with cursive lines of speech pattern
screech scatter, i preach dastardly deeds
batter up this banter is not for the pampered weak
amateurs feed up on the br–sts of pamela, mama mamogram,vhalf a gram to give me stamina
i’m an animal from camelot. fanmail me pics of your chicks mammary glands
reese witherspoon full of heroin, lighter under it, blasting marylin
i feed off your arrogance and i see to it that you stay in perilous states that are east of maryland

[hook][doc initials]
cause its the rapture, the what? the rapture, the raptrue
the type of shit to get your f-cking raps up
the rapture, the what? the rapture, the rapture
the type of shit to get you f-cking wrapped up

ok now
family always tryna talk, steady ask “how you feel?”
really what they sayin “take this red pill or blue pill”
one is a shoe deal, the other one a new k!ll
silly but the metal cold, call that b-tch blue steel
don’t let me round your mommy especially if she blondie
not sayin that she dumb but yo moms be how these blondes be
now the schemes ponzi
all these phenes fonzi
its all cool until you buyin ch-r- boy fondly
war stories on me
no glory army
watch a fiend smoke the shit you sold turn zombie
i’m just glad it isn’t me
shit is bad and hard to see
this shit is a travesty
why you f-ckin mad at me?
i could think of something worse than murder and heaven
tie you up and feed you burgers from 7-11
type of stuff to leave you hurt as your fears begin to set in
and if you lookin for the bridge this is just a dead end

[hook]

[jinerik]
i spout holy water like i’m holding all your souls on alters with an altered state of mind as my body starts to falter. i can’t take the whole pressure, only small spurts, so my spirit sits and martyrs all the force until it hurts

[doc initials]
sweating all up in my shirt, get gone or get worked. trouble waking up since i been doing all this wet work
double bacon.up but lately shit make my chest hurt
told you get yo raps up time for the rapture

[villa]
that little extra sauce

[doc initials]
that’s it, that’s all

- jinerik

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