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letra de don't funk up our beats - lyricold

[verse 1]
i’m a role model, b-tch, come take a look at me
i might be overweight, oh wait, by that i mean obese
be a dropout, f-ck your school and be like me
a loser all alone and eating food you baked the other week
it’s f-cking mac and cheese
jesus, man, i think i need a friend to come and help me out
i need a person i can see
i got a fanbase but not for sh-t on music
see, i film my dad like every day and now my body’s suffering
take a look, i’m bigger than i’ve ever been
and i don’t mean i’m super famous, kid, i mean my t-ts
they’re f-cking huge, like a year before i’m getting thin
now i’m getting fatter i’ve been whacking turning twenty-six
my f-cking hair is grey, yeah i know it’s very strange
thanks, i can’t believe you point[ed] it out, it’s so embarrasing
i’m overweight, yeah i know when people stare at me
lord, why did you have to bear me with my father’s dna?
let’s switch it up a little bit

[verse 2]
i got the sheer strength of a god flowing through my hairy palms
this is very odd, rocky taking weary shots
think i’m hearing thoughts, what the f-ck is going on
how’d a rap about my weight just turn into a different song?
i’m not falling off, this is where i’m getting wrong
hi, my name is chris norton tell me, sir, are you a cop?
i’ll leave and then i’ll run, where is my machete now
tell me, did it contemplate [?] walking off?
oh my god, i think i need to take a drag
so someone roll me up a cigarette i’m getting mad
i’ve lived a straight edge, i don’t smoke or drink but, dad
what’s the point of living life to diet, doesn’t hurt to ask?
like a shade of black, crazy man i hate to add
d-mn, i need directions [?] then a place to crash
face a faceless task, maybe i can make a [?] but first i need to grab a blade and then my jason mask
(wait, this is michael myers)

[verse 3]
i’m just a step past a psychopath, upset, yeah i’m kinda mad
i got a blade to shred her body but i’m out of bags
i need a box of [?] to make a stash of body parts
i’ll load it full of garbage and pretend it’s trash
i’m in love with her, my baby that i split in half
sick of picking girls apart but still, i own a f-cking axe
think i’m gonna stash a can of soup before i pack and hit the road
i’m gonna go and b-tch i’m never coming back
this is where i end, a lunatic who’s all alone
sick of being scared but then it’s just a voice i listen to
i’m just in my room, the lighter’s out [?] and now i’m hearing fire just before i’ll even get to choose
another victim who will come up and send pictures
soon i’m digging up the dirt [?]
[?] who’s ever gonna listen to me now because i was who i’m the guy who i fall victim to

- lyricold

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