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letra de one in a googol - slingun

[intro:]
like helen keller once said:
i’m only one, but still i’m one
i can’t do everythin’
but still can do somethin’
and cause i can’t do everythin’
won’t refuse to do somethin’ that i can do
too bad she couldn’t see both ways
‘fore crossin’ the road

[hook:]
i’m one in a googol
like a sperm cells in my ego’s b-lls;
very uncommon, standout from the others?
maybe, if you consider this far-out as a
talent; cause i’m one in a googol, well
i’m one in 31 if all this sh-t were the gums
of amy winehouse but luckily weren’t (you know why?)
cause i’m one in a googol, if y’all the ocean
i’m a bubble of a fart comin’ from the -ss
of a saddle; sadly, i belon’ to ms. manea
sadly, another coin in insanity’s pocket;
i’m one in a googol as an ooi-long note
for a taiwanese collector biddin’ at an
auction (you know why?), cause i’m one
in a f-ckin’ googol…

[verse 1:]
don’t flush my sh-t!, i’m cobblin’ the streets for
moi, i’m mephistopheles, cala-mighty dwells in me;
the same malignity that made losif stalin
score a three’s now dribblin’ on slin; if
a death’s a tragedy, million deaths are
simply a statistic; ability, capacity
proficiency’s what i received as a sh-tty gift
dexterity, a sk!ll in mixin’ all my lyrics at ease;
no need to breath quick, i’m only filtheen, and
got the intellect of a pig grievin’ from a kinda
cretinism; idiocies with antiestablishmentarianism;
the only thing that i did all this years was bein’
hidin’ two evil doppelgangstas that nonent-ty has
ever seen but now i don’t give a sh-t ’bout
what the humanity thinks; call me a freak
a strange bird or a missed-phit, this is the way i
learnt to live, trippin’ and fallin’ but always
the middle finger aimin’ up so everyone can see it

[hook:]

[verse 2:]
if this hip end up bein’ a dirty film i’d be
a breed of mr. marcus who’ll hop and jesse
inside of b-tches whisker biscuits to cheese
’em with syphilis at least until they got bald
spots like the peat-bulls of michael d. vick
after been kicked in the snout by vick’s
sneaks, i believed they’ve tied these
cunnin’ leg whips but i stink at sports like
a ch-nk stinks at drivin’; i buried my daddy
alive in my garden after stifled him till faint
with my d-ck in his pharynx to then, immediately
feel free when it appear the wish of barkin’
up the wrong tree; for me it’s impossible to fit
in an office without lookin’ as filthy as a
job-bit; i’m off my trolley and often, very often
rip off the skin of my shoulder and throw
alcohol to the wound, a sadom-s-ch-st i’m
psycho mantis, cause i’m ready to k!ll this
b-tch like kip kinkel did with his parents
only to add lesbian p-rn websites to favorites…

[outro:]
– wait, wait, wait, man! this song’s so sh-tty, you know why?
– why?
– cause i’m one in a googol, yeah!
– yeah haha

- slingun

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