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letra de nel data$ entyson - junior astronaut

[intro]
yea, y’all don’t even know what time it is in this b-tch
it’s like 5:55 pm, i put a clock in a dog, you know what i’m saying
yea, y’all don’t even know what’s comin’ next
unless you heard the song before, or like your friend told you
or you can see into the future or somethin’
but if not you don’t even know, you don’t even know
yea, let’s go!

[verse 1]
is this a dictatorship, or a p-n-spotatoeboat
chop up that apple for adam’s kids like i’m going right for their throats
my cult of birds and i have got so many follower
i’m like a rich hobo getting my box seats at the concert

[chorus]
uh, who dat, who be?
it’s m-th-f-ckin’ me
comin’ back with a cold flow, so wipe yo nose
just don’t m-th-f-ckin sneeze
all over the beat, trynna keep it f-cking clean
swag out the -ss, shouldn’t have ate them beans
flowing like a flotilla on the yangtze, uh!

[verse 2]
i pour broth on my nilla’s
i like my cracker’s in soup
i’m like lenny pettin’ b-tches cause they soft as silk
i’m zestier than key crackin’ that m-th-f-ckin orange peele
and i’m f-ckin’ up the game like i’m streakin’ on the field

[chorus 2]
squack, yak yak yak
i’m gonna make up one, skirt
it’s gonna be like floor, floor, floor
flaka, flaka, squad
one of those has gotta work right?

[bridge]
yea so the say this rap game is like a war, like a battle right?
(ching, ching, ching!)
so does that mean i chop off your ear, and make you look like evander holyfeild
go all mike tyson on your -ss
yea we best get the paint out cause were gonna f-cking hard in it
gonna go f-cking hard paintin’ houses and sh-t like the amish
yea, is that how it goes, i think so?

this is war m-th-f-cka spread that paint on your face
this is war man you ain’t no f-ckin’ disgrace

this is war man spread that paint on your face
this is war m-th-f-cka you ain’t no f-ckin disgrace (x4)

[verse 3]
listen to me lyrically, lookin’ through a mirror spherically
i’ll ring your neck than have you squawking’ like a parakeet
but i’m a nice guy, so you can come back to me for therapy
now i’m sitting on top of the world lookin’ down at me spiritually
looking at this guy staring at the gr-ssy ground
taking his fist and pound and pound
head spinning round and round, like a b-sset hound at a breeding ground
cause he just wanna hear the sound of an audience around
but their ain’t no one around

[outro]
guys, i didn’t mean that come on
i wasn’t trying to be vulgar and sh-t
oh, like come on
just come back and listen
i was just being stupid
everybody’s stupid sometimes

- junior astronaut

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