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letra de saint sinner - seezmics

seez:
ready on the right, i’m a semi-sane southpaw
traveling light with baby wipes and mouthwash
on the up and up since the cruel fuel downfall
when the voices in my head were organizing a town hall
profound flaws, maybe i’m born cynical
but seeing suckers get signed’s making me more cynical
bunch of bench warmers fronting like floor generals
a war criminal, my battle scars absorb minerals
i’ve morphed into two people i’ve gotta reconcile
one is happy go lucky and one’ll never smile
cognitive dissonance, position is i’ve read the file
we’re all kinda crazy, the difference: i got a better style
bless the child who can write their own fresh start
no need for loose leaf, we’ll use your mom’s stretch marks
when in rome, be certain who your friends are
ain’t enough kevlar to protect you from my death star

dood computer:
the difference between us is you say you’re on your grizzly
but i’ll tame a wild kodiak and ride it like a 10 speed
rocking a bed sheet, that toga party couture
the origin of every story that you thought was folklore
and folks, you’re enjoying the illest to ever do it
gorillas that’s under the influence of gin fluid
and been using a pen to put a muzzle on cats
it’s got a big bark, but bite off of my dogs when they rap
so- scr-p the session you saying that you were blessing
and get stuck for every cent that you were planning on investing
cause i’m putting epinephrine in an epi pen, injecting it
in every vein available from pupils to the r-ct-m
and then cracking skulls like there the eggs i had for breakfast
you’re more than welcome to test if you thinking you got a death wish
you want that next sh-t? it’s the same as your last meal
just rearranged a little bit and stinky as h-ll, pew
dezmatic:
f-ck eric hosmer
and chase utley get stomped at a terror concert
my joints get more run than a pair of converse
more beef than the people under the stairs at bomber’s
you’ll get sonned like sarah connor it’s unfair it’s bonkers how i’m compared to sub-saharan thermometers… sh-t is hot
your squad took the stage we didn’t watch
i’m sending shots to you little lemon drops
still gotta couple unsettled debts to squash
whether the sh-t was ever said in jest or not
i guess whatever’s deaded’s better left to rot
i’m feelin sentimental maybe we should battle tho
nah, you’re better off buckin yourself plaxico
hoe ass rappers half steppin like a fractured toe, how apropos, yo

- seezmics

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