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letra de live from the 5way - speak

[intro]
you are now entering
the motherf-cking hyperbolic time chamber (danger, danger, danger!)
ground control to major tom (before has been [?])
have we established contact with matt martians yet? (extra [?] whit no hoes)
you living in the jet age, b-tch
about to hijack that rocket ship ([?] in the milky way [?])
i’m at the nasa offices with 40 art goons and 3 skinhead b-tches (someone, i work on comand [?])
name’s stephanie
y’all already know, b-tch (we are in danger, we are in danger, we are in danger!)
let’s go (is the art goons!)

[verse 1]
yeah
well, it’s mr. crash, the party’s steady swinging on the chandelier
the rings up on my fingers got the power of the planeteers
i’m an assh0l-, someone get me out of here
before i let my b-tch go, glitch go, vladimir
hey, little wetback, where’d you get that jet pack?
and how the f-ck did you survive a psychedelic s-x trap?
i don’t know, i’m just a pinball wizard
who gets my rocks off?
watch an asian girl scissor (no!)
yeah, h-llo, kitty, let me get between your chopsticks
and introduce your p-ssy to my rocket ship and c-ckpit
i’m off topic more often than not
but i could bury you alive, what kind of coffin you want?
and i am after the guap, and i’m the greediest type
a goon to f-ck a moonsl-t on a meteorite
they say all stars die, bro, but i am still here
to show machines like me can never ever feel fear
yeah
[hook]
yeah, recording live, recording live from the five-way
if you got an extra b-tch, go and send her my way (hey)
cause five is never enough
and i’m hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, uh
recording live, recording live from the five-way
if you got an extra b-tch, go and send her my way (hey)
cause five is never enough
and i’m hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, yeah

[verse 2]
i’m still go, grill shining, boy (uh)
word to mr. masterpiece (uh)
i can close my eyes and f-cking finger paint a masterpiece
all black cosby, chilling at the crosby
with ozzy osbourne and his brother rob zombie
mommy, why does pastor dave keep touching me?
i don’t know, son, i think he haunts you like them huckabees
luckily, i went ahead and skipped the church picnic
with a blonde named bridget, i’m trying to get my d-ck l!cked
d-cking in her p-ssy, getting deeper than a d-ck l!ck
she thinks she going ham, but she really going piglet
i guess you silly b-tches are sadder than a eeyore
so i hit the dance floor strapped to some c4
i play you hoes like syd played the keyboard
i blow that p-ssy up, bow, leave it all deformed
backpacker turned, young trap rapper turned
avant-garde g*nius and a f-cking money stacker, boy
[hook]
recording live, recording live from the five-way
if you got an extra b-tch, go and send her my way (hey)
cause five is never enough
and i’m hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, uh
recording live, recording live from the five-way
if you got an extra b-tch, go and send her my way (hey)
cause five is never enough
and i’m hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, yeah

[verse 3]
winter, spring, or summer fall
someone meant to born in ball
the art goon livin’ in my mind, say, f-ck it
go and crush em’ all
winter, spring, or summer fall
i was meant to born in ball
the art goon livin’ in my chest, say, f-ck it
go and crush em’ all

[outro]
b-tch
westside art goon
breaks with my f-ckin’ k!llers
super 3 gettin’ super head
ha ha!
b-tch

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