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letra de in the mouth of madness - scvtterbrvin

[sutter cane intro]:
this was the scene today outside several city bookstores, police believed the riots began because the stores could not meet the demand for advance orders of the latest novel, in the mouth of madness. a harmless pop phenomenon, or a deadly mad prophet of the printed page? when does fiction become religion? and are his fans dangеrous?

– come, see the instrument of thе [?] link
– what do you have come lookin’ for?
– the new bible

[verse 1: scvtterbrvin]:
uh, my spear thinker was humongous (uh)
the solar system in my clutches (in my clutches)
bars are california golden nuggets
in the rap game with impostors among us (uh)
so i uplift, travel with the moral compass
master puppets, silencin’ the devil’s trumpets (uh)
cuttin’ out judges, leave a devil tongueless
my people need justice, f-ck a christopher columbus (uh)
can’t denounce the streets ’cause i’m not above it
call my white shooter harold, he’s a walkin’ bucket
with the heat gotta love it how i speak it dusted
holdin’ mics how i’m holdin’ grudges (uh)
drink a sunkist, seen with hustlers (uhuh)
leavin’ budgets, crime 20s bleedin’ 100s (uh)
used to be the youngest, now i bring the ruckus (facts)
3 deep in the cutlass, chiefin’ dutches, eatin’ fungus, moaf-ckas

[verse 2: odessa kane]:
moaf-ckas, what? okay
yo, slow the bucket down
f-ckin’ pull the cutlass over
i’m ’bout to slump a voacher and do him somethin’ vulgar (uh)
that’s when i strategize like ovary, it’s anti-culture
can’t see dose and i increase the dosage
feelin’ oxious, see i told ya
i’m van pie, hunt the d-wockers i dump here
the blast ignite your soul worth less, heaven left that unsealed
and fun fact, i even gave his gun back
couldn’t a pack aa response, now boy got somethin’ to bubble wrap
lungs collapsed, chump relaxed
none coalesce the ugly clip
i done snapped ’cause that bank cut a whole money grip, sh-t (uh)
it’s money not to think highly of himself
it’s money just gon’ appear without product go on shelf
f-ck them old props, leave that to the old globe
with stove tops it’s cliché distributions where the most sold
you can keep that stove hot (hot), but i own a complex the house’s in
when i cut the gas we done inspire a quote from alchemist
you a godd-mn lame, sissy cry in shame too
a sad excuse for the flesh and bones that houses you, i’m not amused
so heed the omens ‘fore you pass through
a gape? gap fool? by the masterful, i’m flyin’ in a 510
leanin’ ’cause the bbs is carryin’ you
your shoes linked ’cause you guess around, opinions that don’t matter
i need the energy to match, but you spittin’ on them tracks
wanna beat an r from brain but ain’t sufficient digits in your stacks
[outro: odessa kane]:
and that’s the problem wit’ y’all, you know, get your mothaf-ckin’ weight up

- scvtterbrvin

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