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letra de face melt mixtape cypher - stank face records

[verse 1: terminal knowledge]
word b-tch
term gets solicited for his services
first things first, hittin’ a bit of turbulence
i sure is certain a critic isn’t a journalist
encourage the listener to give a little encouragement
a muzzled pit
mixed with a puzzled wit
leave your stiff upper lip split, busted, and st-tched up
then awake from my slumber
rap game da vinci while you lame motherf-ckers stays painting by numbers

[verse 2: loud mouth]
all you chicken f-ckers dead to me
mudblood’s big check the charts on my pedigree
rap game celebrity
white nose felony
sonnin’ motherf-ckers i ain’t never had a pregnancy
off the walls
mix scripts with the alcohol
paying for forgiveness put my sins on a mastercard
big sh-t poppin’ like a motherf-ckin’ mastodon
been with the yoda since a youngin that’s a padawan

[verse 3: will is chillin]
f-ck these phony brand wh0r-s acting sure to win an oscar
turn pop and corny empty emcee orville redenbacher -ss
you can snort some lead and drop from off the earth’s face
the nurse said me stupid
doc greeted me but didn’t disagree with her per se
my verse deemed perverse and adverse from my psyche since the first take
uh, d-mn
flow harder than spelling wednesday
for me at least the pencil hold more vision than a lens case

[verse 4: bruce bayne]
dollar gripper
hollow tipper
tolerance of toddlers
when i bought a swisher
wishy-washy n-ggas wash they mouth before they talk the sh-t
first taught to live and prosper off our talents in your town
where your stomping ground
why you walking different?
old cliches
witcha oakley shades
and it won’t be changed
like that nomenclate
stank face b-tch
how your team blow up
king boa
no jo-king like i’m joakim noah

[verse 5: rebel legato]
rebel rugged no tellin’ when i’m cuffin’
i’m bombing on arrival f-ck bluffing
i’m looking for a buffy with a body
she the hottest hottie who willing to catch a body just for papi
get on the beat spit like a drummer flying
hop on the check and eat my piece of pie-uh
before i die, shades droppin right from from the sky-i’m
living life f-cking feeling my vibe
on the other side
only real god stank face arrived

[verse 5: ac-mental]
i been acting merciless on purpose
the conservative insurgent
clutch a box cutter like a c-nt surgeon to the cervix
impervious to nervousness
journalistic verses when i turn a page
you wander in a circle at the pearly gates
lost in the clouds like, c-mulonimbus
squares on the move put some fuel in your engines, vroom
i’m a goon in a rude and pretentious mood
square roots
word to judy i bloom in an empty room
impending doom looms over your pension so invest your loot
i bless the booth then i cruise in a bentley coupe…not
i’m hoppin’ fences like a pensive pencil pushing pest
who would’ve guessed it?
p squares, we personify perfection b-tch

- stank face records

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