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letra de nauseous - norman swag

[intro]
yuh
norman swag
ay, ay, yeah
okay
okay, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, okay, okay
when’s the beat gon’ start?
i think it’s goin’
yuh, yuh, ay!

[chorus]
this type of beat finna leave most people nauseous (that’s on god)
you stay on my d-ck, but please get off this (get off)
i say no, god, please no like it’s the f-ckin’ office (h-ll nah)
yeah, there are rules to rap, but we still actin’ lawless (break the law!)

[verse 1]
first verse, what do i say? (i don’t know)
what card do i play? (i don’t know)
thinkin’ maybe (what?)
i should stream some “dinner with jay-z” (good idea)
or maybe, when i get a feature, you can pay mе (oh d-mn)
’cause they nevеr knew that norman swag could rap (never rap)
a white boy up on the motherf-ckin’ track (white)
but they don’t know that he comin’ with the facts (with the facts)
not the facts like that motherf-ckin’ fratboy (ew)
tom macdonald, man that boy sus (so true)
f-ck his hairline, man that sh-t sucks, yuh (so true)
that’s not even an opinion of my own (nah)
go ask that bald guy, anthony fantano (no hair!)
sorry, i just rap without a filter
and i know it’s gonna kinda hinder
my performane up in this motherf-cker, ay
(but it doesn’t matter, ’cause you are a f-ckin’ sucker, ay!)
listen, this was more of a joke song
i will even try to go longer than fuccdatbro did
and i’m gonna go oh-so lit
[chorus]
this type of beat finna leave most people nauseous (that’s on god)
you stay on my d-ck, but please get off this (get off)
i say no, god, please no like it’s the f-ckin’ office (h-ll nah)
yeah, there are rules to rap, but we still actin’ lawless (break the law!)

[verse 2]
ha! you thought i was done (never)
though this is more an unfinished song than a polished one (that is true)
your mom’s so stupid and your father’s dumb (so stupid)
now i’m comin; with lyrics off the top of, um… (your dome)
ha! still come up with clever rhyme schemes (what? clever)
if rap’s a mountain, i’mma take the f-ckin’ climb, g (clever)
and i’m gonna go with my team (that’s good)
then i’mma go up, them i’m so f-ckin’ highly (high up)
respected, don’t forget it (yeah, never)
i’mma let it get beheaded (yeah, what who?)
by “it,” i mean pennywise, yuh (what the f-ck?)
no, wait- no, i f-cked up the song, dammit!

- norman swag

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