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letra de rumor has it - maiden voyage

[fu-tawn]
hi, i’m shawn. and rumor has it that i forgot how to rap
soo let me take a second to set the record straight
i’m about to bust y’all b-tches-watch out now

i’ve been a b-st-rd since the day i was born
i popped my head outside the womb and boom i was on the floor
i circ-mcised myself with an x-acto knife and then strangled the f-ckin’ doctor my hands gripped tight
but it might be second most frightening thing of all
cuz the worst thing to versing is i spit at a foot tall
and if you don’t recall i used to be that whack kid, in the back of the cl-ss with some acid and straight blasting
i was bullied by those f-ggoty actors with that swag sh-t
easy to see that my svees would work magic
radically radicating the haters from ever stating that “shawn’s a f-cking f-ggot with no swag”-its devastating
we travel with the lowest, we flawed with the flood where the bacterial organisms welling in the mud
yo the blood runs red, virgin death, virgin sickness
living among parasites, pipes and syringes
glimpses- down to the pore of the snake sh-t i’ve got that…
————–
you’ve got the sickness, this is something extraordinary
and i be like “i should probably warn you bro, this might get scary”
i drudge through the sludge and i rhyme through the grime
i spit through the grit and i slide through the slime
unwind, unwound, unraveled out past the present
i’m present with reasons why these peasants are so prevalent
yo i spit sick sh-t no flu shot can drop me, anthrax to tampax
that pays me for a copy
call me straight face shawn- no frowns and no smiles, my face stays plain, engraved in your brain files
on the musical level i’m the treble clef devil
my music stands up like sixes i f-ck mental
but when i feel neglected, disrespected, rejected my thoughts of suicide go to the top of the check list
but check this i’m looking for the next best exit
gotta find my way out before i drop these hexes
on my way up to the rooftop i do no knock
i kick in that f-cking door and hop that two block drop
and now i’m back in that same place i started before
straightjacket, padded room, bed bolted to the floor
and therefore i’m psycho, psychotic maniac, narcoleptic arsonist they call me the brainiac
yo——
i’m still working on the rest

- maiden voyage

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