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letra de inutilis: choppers - sillyfurcorn clock

[verse 1: sfc]
playing other people
i’m climbing up to the
steeple, i’m climbing up
to the topped i’m peeking
right through the peephole

i see jesus with a reese’s pieces
inviting him in and writing a professional thesis

you’re gonna let me
laugh
but you’ll never let me
breathe
you’ll consider the
fact
but you won’t consider
me
your sps is
fast
then you’re just a different
breed
your head is in my
ass
like a human centi-
pede
yuh

everybody everything coming in as a red herring
and lacking the ability to rap in a facility
i’m past the point of casting points
i’m last to sneeze a caskеt
it’s the bats to bleed the b-st-rdly
i started drinkin’ dеcaf in cafe

clean the green screen
i read the bling bling
i’m using footage from cctv

i’m sanding and scr-ping ‘em all
i’m singing and making ‘em fall
stubbing a toe on a dumbbell while searching for calamities in the hall

placing down my mace in a state of mind where i’m shamed and i stay with a razor blade and a knife and a walt and
wail in fright
and i scr-pe my face on the side of thee wall and i place it and die on the spot, and at the same time i thought chase and
hitman in light

everybody wanna be talking to me
and thinking in the middle of events
and when i’m
venting and the feeling
and i
stare up at the ceiling
and i’m bearing with depression
and my skin just started peeling
and i demolish the track and then i
drop, i’ll never stop
i’ll never count as a better g
but i’m blazing through the interstate
my settling be causating me to
battle for the bell, i bend it back, i’m bout to break

sucking at working a job and i’m making it crumble and i’m making the money exchange

i know i already used that line for my verse on rc8
but reduce, reuse, recycle and eradicate the ones you hate
the particles accelerate
accept the chop and k!llin’ rate
the price is goin’ overboard we dump the bodies in the freakin’
bay

[verse 2: formerlyknown]
inutilis choppers we beheading them all
we’re one of the best on the planet
i don’t feel the need for speed
but since it’s supposed to be a chop
guess i might as well…

somebody coming around the corner and coming to clock them out and looking around for toppers

drunken and driving we crashing upon the beat
we flooring and sending to heaven
formerlyknown as the one who lurks in the shadows

friending for beats to the beast to chomp and chew on
ain’t nothing like a furry though
twisted in the brain and going insane as well be the fastest track cus i’m running around trf
i’m coming at dna’s neck now
he won’t make an apology, but that’s better than the singing ukulele
telling somebody to slit their throat in the bathroom mirror (bro wtf

- sillyfurcorn clock

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