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letra de bottle of djinn - mood cru

[moud-e]

cuck-keed, what you wanna think, yeah, it’s me
mineal on the beat like a mother f-ckin fiend
errything you done has been feeding alla my means
i mean, uhhhh, got a team full of whacks
blacked out hallucinations form memory lapse
tapped out rapper flippin candies to relapse
now let that knicker juando spaz out on the track

[handamonium]

hack hand, reman..haha.-ded
juan don boss m-n-s commandin’
hot shmecks in the pan, burnin’ alla ya creds
juana yamborghini angel goin’ at it again
ain’t got flaws. neva clawd my maw
f-ck a lame game, say it, whatcha stiflin, ah
spittin’ nail to the cross that’cha fallin’ off
feel the teeth split tar, taurus ridin’ on

[kaydus] :54

juan? why summon me, eye seen, wry st–z
let me rest in peace, ain’t hip to be
saint bit-the-beat, them howlin’ sheep
look at ‘em eat
guise. i’m close to woke, so slowly roam
where would i go? some wholly home
their lonely souls love hov ‘nd loans
so solely owned

[all]

ahhhh, stupid -ss n-gg-s gettin wordy from elixas
eloquence has no place here, derelictions
mean to be base, and here’s the prescription: die

20 sided lies influxed the foundation
pumpin’ that gas, our aim is cremation
sippin’ on fumes, get to trippin’ as your payment
rippin’ hazy rivers till ya calcified pavement

petrified laymen, ailment ain’t yet take a larynx
left comparin hysterics, makin im’s too apparent
marriage of a ridge and a rich heiress
wile e.’s mchale-in, seein’ stars on a carriage

[moud-e]

did you even get that, bye bye
birdies trapped in a trap tryna get high
in the sky, do you see i ride, cycles at the end of time
picheal’s runnin out of line, flippin channels, see what jives
lippin handles, stick inside, gettin raped by candlelight
i don’t need to testify, but f-ck man, what the f-ck happened?

[kaydus]

lu-cid switch to the back
that’s a whip yet ta crash heard a flick through a crack
oh it styx to a match, like a b-tch to his past
we ain’t going back

[handamonium]

giddy guides givin’ tours of the floor
fright-bit fizzle riddlin what for
the roar was forced, poured more gore for tortes
dough-drawn bakers’ men meek m-fflin’ swords
i’m put toward, lean close, pour another for the host, shackled by the shmecks, hex-tied, rabble for the love of chex, dominus rex, the lex, tip top flows of p-ss flecks

[handamonium and moud-e]

flicker is the mo ment, not beholden to bluffin, rough love is atoning for nothing
i don’t wanna be part of discussion, part the seas as i seize up in the oven
less cookin’ more hookin’. riddlin’ rooks on the brook loops scoopin don’t drink that
all past elapsed, blanks bounce caps more rounds on tap
relapsed racks track tracts for pats on backs, yeah we whack
punked daft hacks diggin’s for facts, far adraft, clipped packs are maxed relax
f-ck the saps, sip somber lapse till we blacked as black
no patches for past, i’m sapped of lapse, a…loop. i looped it, dog

- mood cru

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