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letra de straight face - k.a.a.n.

[verse 1]
man i’m a motherf-ckin’ alcoholic
swervin’ left and right when i drive
a ragin’ drug addict, fiendin’, jaundice, both of my eyes
i came home with 20 grams, but woke up to a .5
like brandon’s barely alive, and man i think he just died
i took tablets of cyanide for a silent night like the sabbath
woke up in a pool of vomit, then quickly vacate the premises
stumbled down the steps while i’m not coherent and non-compliant
slapped the sh-t out of a silly b-tch while preaching non violence
grab her purse and car keys, take her phone, put my number in it
told her call me on her day off and then i skate off
“what do you do for a living?”
tryna od is my day job
i went to college but they kicked me out for simple stupid sh-t
like stabbing my professors and slipping b-tches some rufilin
voices inside my head is where this f-cking evil’s rooted in
one man that does the job of twenty, hooligans and mexicans
like f-ck it, mask on
lucha libre that’s if we wrestling
then f-ck it, mask off
yeah, this danger is a prerequisite
i’ll let this settle in like sediment, sunk to the bottom man
i do the dirty work and rebound like dennis rodman man
while y’all recoup and regroup from taking “l’s” like mrs. rodham
my best friend’s a klonopin
kinda kind but i’m kinda sick
connoisseur of the contraband, constantly crying for a fix
first i’ll start with a gram or two but one turns into 36, then 36 turns into 72, you get the picture boo
this my distasteful brew, disturbing news like f-gots sending nudes
am i offending you?
this feces flow is fluid, i’m the sh-t
facetious bars you spit, i’m not convinced, i don’t believe you b-tch
i’m just a nihilist, force feeding you niacin to heat your sh-t up ’cause it’s lukewarm
i use your mixtape as a coaster to sit my drink on
i’m using you as an example of what i could never be on
i use your b-tches face as a place i can sit my d-ck on
f-cked her then i sent her to the store to get some backwoods
a pack an hour later, strawberry fantas and frito lays
she dip, i’m running through her sh-t
i’m out before she noticed it
the pope and anti-christ mixed
i’m one h-ll of a contradiction
sending salutations from somewhere private, experimenting
prehistoric evolution, t-rex to a salamander
meaning rappers used to be monsters but now they bas-m-nt dwelling, brand selling, peddling, boiling
made products, like it’s pelle pelle
check the tag, if i don’t see no logo n-gg- i’ma blast
fire on the that -ss, go ‘head with that trash
smokin’ that sufferin’ succotash
while i’m gone off designer gas, d-mn

- k a a n

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