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letra de marionettes are puppets too - killa kane of untitled name gang

[chorus]
why you dancin’ in my head?
ratatat and marionettes
cut the strings; cut the dead ends
f-ck around and get some rest then
goin’ out fresh, kiss of death, with a breath mint
right?
f-ckin’ k!ll the motha f-ckin’ vibe

[verse 1]
im lump, slumped, pumped on that skunk
and punch drunk, grunts love to take chunks
where my blood pumps, plump and ripe,take a bite
surprise snake makes her mind and skull humps
f-cked me, and played it innocent as old monks
signs point to nevermind, ignorant i go in blind, cuz so what?
what doesn’t k!ll me, leaves me guilty, far too ashamed to care now
nostrils flair out, frustrated by the obstacles i stare down
thanks to friendly little deceivers who are hidin’ in her lairs now
afraid to show they face, and i can’t blame her, i’m embarr-ssed too
whispers turn to screams, its still a careless move
promise me whatever your merits prove
don’t ever come out that cave where they banished you
i been abandoned toxic fumes, and goddammit, i’m feelin better for it too
f-ckin’ bet!

[chorus]
why you dancin’ in my head
ratatat and marionettes
cut the strings; cut the dead ends
f-ck around and get some rest then
goin’ out fresh, kiss of death, with a breath mint
right?
f-ckin k!ll the motha f-ckin’ vibe
vibe, vibe, vibe

[bridge]
get your sh-t together
f-ck this filthy world up on your shoulder
you ain’t ever tried to make it better
f-ck this filthy world up on your shoulder
you ain’t ever tried to make it better
f-ck your filthy weather

[verse 2]
oh the smell of toxic fume in the late mornin’
can make me savin the laughin’ for late like james corbin
after all i’m restless anyways, the dream state’s borin’
penny for your thoughts, got five hundred, it’s a fortune
put me on the list, forbes
imma monster, ten ways, omnitrix, ofcourse
reasons i gave up talkin’ for
enjoy the silence, and he science behind it
tired of bein’ compliant
to every which talkin’
to every witch tryna’ take advantage
rip the bandage
we all got a little stockholm in us
thought this was my callin’ just a touch tone gimmick
i’ve fallin’ out the system like jump- off suspended
it’s not a bungee, dont get it twisted
it’s all gon’ f-ck me in the endin’
free fallin’, see sawin’, life got me dizzy
only get sick with the thought of quitting
(ahh)
sometimes, i wonder, if i were to disappear
like we go pariah
leave cannon nick’s in the armor, we carry like mariah
leave baggage behind us
in the airport so we can get the highest

- killa kane of untitled name gang

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