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letra de appliance - jk music

two cats they p-ssed out they in the back seat
got mad creeps
squeeze they -ss cheeks then pack leaf peace
i leave them propped up sittin’ on they momma’s sofa
check the school id
16 year old
she kosher
and no regrets i’m gettin’ over the aroma of photos
cause i’m bolder than these phony -ss toy soldiers
the road is bumpy ahead and i got no seat belt
and if i die in firey collision i hope i sleep well
she could tune into a seared of a suited garnish of a lemon wedge lemon head
sport the sour face until their belly fed, feed the m-sses
like a catholic make a cross with ashes
and jesus christ bless my life and now i feel fantastic
no more hand-me-downs, i’m on my own sh-t
and if i change my flow you beg me for that old sh-t like oh sh-t
no sh-t!
he the illest, a bottle full of pills popped a few, then i k!lled it, replayed and rebuild it
i’m photogenic boy your flow is pathetic
i call and airstrike in and then i’ll snipe all your medics
i’m hot as a desert, or temples from lost raiders
i’ll raid your (???) finest clubs while the c0ke is contagious
the honeys walkin’ with razors most flagrantly blaze through us
was the kid on angel dust but didn’t know thats what he snuffed up
he f-cked up
we puff blunts i bust nuts politely
like thank you for the dome b-tch, i’ll go grab the wipey
this song for buddas smokers
pill poppers and liquor sippers
dealers, dropouts, and cut throats and also p-ssy rippers
shouts to waybach, and also (???)
while sipping cups smoking drugs narcotics on my (infulence?)
i had a threesome with three bad b-tches
i meant a foursome f-cked four times before lunch
of course son
caviar and roast duck breast the entree
and for desert i’ll taste your momma and your auntee
rocky’s b-tches blowin’ kisses near the earlobe
jk insist on dome then go fetch me beer ho
north face, michelin, i’m puffied up, breathing in
freezing air, colder than the fridged air machinery
sub zero the wolf is mean to me, liking to the left
the global nights sharp check theres no defeating me
i’m in the kitchen slicing dicing piece of celery
aromatic agent on the dish thats fresh fish and brook trout and sprigs of fennel blades the whole played out
chef the butcher to general
i’m a man of two sk!lls cause i can cook and count bills
and when i say cook
i’m referrin’ the the rhymes in my book

- jk music

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