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letra de mush mouf - spillage village

[intro j.i.d]
spillage village taking over for the 20-9-9 and the 2900’s or whatever or somethin’

[verse 1 j.i.d]
yeah, as you been whippin’ that benz uh
ye ain’t’ taking that sh-t n-gga so make amends
i been that n-gga, you can’t touch me
set hut, n-gga touch down
get your f-cking face out the mud now, uh
i’m feeling so i-godd-mn-relevent
you don’t know me dog, i’m a loner, i’m a loner
but i know your type, you the solo type
get shook up fast, explode
but left flat
and i already know, yous a k!lla, a hustla, true religion customs
n-gga came from nothing
blah, blah, blah
you’s a f-ckin’ busta
bust in your crib and take everything but the mustard
and a roll of tissue, n-gga ain’t’ gonna bullsh-t you dog
it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas
25 b-tches on my d-ck like it’s christmas
oh sh-t, what is this?
give it to you raw, what the privilege
you ain’t’ got to take it serious, you inferior p-wn, n-gga
with robotic arms, follow along
and we’ve seen it all before
i’ve seen who dreams deflate
seven feet, sell and wait
on the block like she daring the paint
going hard with the eight in ball, call it the same thing
nah, thats a different world
we just, we just in a jungle
lions, orangutans, and the bangabangs
i’m just getting the hang of things

[hook earthgang and j.i.d]
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t
ye ain’t’ talkin’, ye ain’t’ talkin’ sh-t

[verse 2 doctor dot]
didn’t have a pot to p-ss in
i p-ssed in the parking lot
put my d-ck in the tightest tw-t
leave a victim in god’s garage
the definitive intersection where heaven and h-ll collide
purgatory, not a story
this really where i reside
so you better just pay your t-thes
better just prey that i don’t develop a taste for flesh with engage and my appet-te
sorry mrs. parker, but your baby boys a mutant
and he belongs in the sewer with turanga leela folk
put this poison in his system now he wouldn’t even know
and then they tried to pr-ck my skin, and then the f-cking heater broke
so now i’m a chupacabara f-ckin’ wildebeests at every show
feel the need to lose control
feel that neep off in my soul
dump that d-ck off, dome that hoe
feel like hoperounds in the fold before he had that single that just f-cking k!lled the radio
now n-ggas hustle ‘ustle just to try and f-ck a hust of fo’
i’m that dreamy bohemian, still i get them out their clothes
got em’ screamin’ and screamin’ whenever i provide the stroke
and i be scheming with dj and selling these just to get this dough
rest in peace my n-gga dro, rest in peace that allan watch
hit the east like every week and then run up the mountain side
who’s that peeping in my window?
shut the f-ck up, close the blinds
“he’s a g*nius! he’s a g*nius!” but i don’t believe these guys
all these demons in my skull, every time i close my eyes
i can keep it in prospective, you won’t keep me in your life

[verse 3 johnny venus]
spitting bottles rippin’ by the ceiling fan
drifting out is so appealing when you drowning for the millions
put myself together with the beat piece by piece
hit the bank, real sheik and hand me all my loose leaf

—-not finished—-

- spillage village

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