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letra de china ferrari sex orgy death crash (y.u.p.s.) - proper aristoi

[verse 1: proper aristoi]

posted in my room with a brew at high noon
sp-ce apes’ the tune like we at the ny zoo
bags of dried shrooms, man i’m fried too
i’d love to lie boo, but you can’t deny truth
ask me to battle, when i slide through i romp you
ground pound a frown into your sad clown costume
girls say i’m “aww cute” with power so obtuse
insert neck to noose cause your sk!lls are stock, dude
dyslexic cartoonist with ‘oxtic’ talk tunes
leavin’ kids bl–dy like some arctic raw moose
scarf the slaw, then i barf it on the wall
ha-ha, cause f-ck you that’s why
smoke from hash-pipes, c0ke on gl-ss knives
(king pete): “what’d you do a week ago?”
can’t remember last night!
lyrical land-mine, with eyes on the grand-prize
man i’ll break this peter pan’s hand so he can’t write

[hook 1]:

no applause for the gossip of these bathroom sl-ts
proper spittin’ game could make a statue blush
and i ain’t askin’ for much, just to listen and watch
and maybe be amazed while i’m building my thatch roof huts
no applause for these half rude punks
petey make a wannabe thug feel dumb as f-ck
he ain’t askin’ for much
just to laugh his -ss off, burning down all your thatch roof huts

[verse 2: king pete]

yeah number one to solidify my ranking
disagree surely temple will be gettin’ double spanking
double fist, open palm on and on, sing the song
how the world has come to nothin’ so we sit around and rip bongs
notify the press, petey be the best
looking forward to the future, my potential hasn’t peaked yet
leave steps in your brain, a memory of who’s next
about to go to court, i f-ckin’ overslept
an alpabetic image sipping syrup
on a mission for the riches gettin’ paid with the rhyming intuition
b-tches getting rowdy on an outer sp-ce odyssey
i’m probably a problem, drunk and p-ssy of the whiskey
cover up your purses, got a convict on the loose
sippin booze, dipping molly but i never drug abuse
i be middle finger raising to the power hungry piggies
labeled as a criminal, a rapper and a hippie

[hook 2]:

no applause for the gossip of these bathroom sl-ts
petey spittin’ game could make a statue blush
he ain’t askin’ for much, just to listen and watch
and maybe be amazed while he building his thatch roof huts
no applause for these half rude punks
proper make a wannabe thug feel dumb as f-ck
i ain’t askin’ for much
just to laugh my -ss off, burning down all your thatch roof huts

[verse 3: proper aristoi]

why you play stupid?
if i was you i’d act atleast somewhat intellegent
they sayin’ that i’m evil but if god don’t exist
that makes the devil irrelevant
i don’t try to make you jealous, b-tch
i do it naturally
makin’ cats casualties a casual abnormality
stickin’ out like a sore thumb
my boredom leavin’ suckas in scr-ps like floor crumbs
using poly-peptides to embalm your solar-plexi
then i vex thy to a fulcrum
gore with a glimpse of torn, numb
you wana even the score, huh?
my plans you can’t thwart son
go eat your shorts, bruh
i’m way past warmed up
i’m on fiyah like rich pryor

[outro sample: richard pryor – freebase]

i was in the hospital and i was thinking about
when i was in about three years ago
burned myself off – freebasing!
i freebased for ’bout 8 months straight..
my b-tch left me and i went crazy

- proper aristoi

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