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letra de pinata remix - tanuki (rap)

[verse 1: masta higgins]
i use ink like a blooper, all my attacks are super effective
you stupid goombas and koopa troopas’ll getcha head handed to ya like ness did
did they bring me arrested development when i requested betterment?
i don’t know what i expected
the evidence is decisive, your temperament is derisive
the response you deserve to any objection! is silence!
prosecutor in the booth, cuter, too, than splatoon
a goofy goober with a series of tubes and too many tombs
that’s medieval, dude! fortesque would approve
ghouls, ghosts, and goblins chased fool’s gold and got it
now they’re back from hell to haunt us, and i’m a bfg
with unlimited ammo. you spew dirt, i’m spitting lambos
these rhymes ain’t designed for the confines of paradox space
what i do is poetical science, like ada lovelace
medals of triumph stitch my soul just like a scout’s sash
don’t like it? you can pick a hole to cry in out back
that ain’t a warp zone, buddy, and you ain’t funny, not yet
the prospect of this wasp nest is a hot mess, but i’m on deck
like betty warren mixed with warren beatty, i’m electrically fueled
you’re like dodd-frank mixed with dark link – ineffective and cruel
get ya back-to-school, you battered stooge
else you’ll end up ignored and overshadowed like baton rouge
and black and blue. quit talking, pig. that’ll do
the matter’s moot. i only need one move: go-go gadget boom!
and i’m back like the human bomb
duty calls! get behind the kingfish, i’m huey long
you’re giuliani. get off my wingtips, infants
you can’t pretend it isn’t mystic when i flip scripts
goemon would like that. you wanna be plastic like sterilite?
or rack up the hits like a combo? call me metaknight
filling terabytes, we’re more than most can handle
we be wielding flamethrowers, y’all can’t even hold a candle

[verse 2: bartl]
now i’m beating this beat up like it’s a you-know-what
gotta scoop all candy up so i can evolve psyduck
bartle in the cut. i hate police but like handcuffs
takin shots with blindfolds hit or miss with this luck
it’ll be a sink. found out i’m not a good putt
but i can smash a hit verse and i can write a piñata
i was out with my fam in cali, off medical and horchata
we caught pokemon, salt tequila lime, and played golf
sat in the jacuzzi, had k-bbq blackout crossed
ah, we livin in sin and dying in luxury, yas
all i chase after is women this one especially
her name is mary then jane, she’s also in love with me, same
i know this one feminist girl that likes to get choked
what did danny say again, yea bro, oo they get my dik hard
the ones that know they right always cause problems the most
if we got problems we can solve em but not if you won’t talk
so i’ll just stay on this marijuana, helps me hear heart
whats born is surely a goner but what isn’t it is not
and i will rest in silence like when i make sounds art
i’ll stay on this f-cking music like i knew from the start
one day i’ll be great not if but in what
one life i hope to be a saint for us often stuck in the mud
i paint pictures with words and write poems with beats
sometimes feeling colorblind
but thats life in the streets in the present
its a concrete jungle even if you aren’t in the hood
and even if it ain’t that, its a jungle of wood
its wild its a virtual jungle in all likelihood
and even if it ain’t that its a jungle of wood
hallelujah

[verse 3: sasuga rapper]
(danganronpa)
we did not think this through
dirty on the mic like mike rowe shit i spew
i hop on this beat, stir up beef in the stew
like stu pickles i’m flipping and sipping bamboo
panda, panda, broad swords in my hammock
surrounded by women, they ride the stick like they’re kamek
you leave me disappointed so i break your gl-ss lip
got like 30 waifus duty free from my last trip
rappers acting thirsty at camp greenlake i be telling em
i’ll leave you filled with holes like the plot of evangelion
flowing like vaporeon, spitting all this flareon
master of the elements i’ll fire with my carry-on
omnipotent, omnipresent, and i’m immortal, too
i see these rappers as potatoes like in portal 2
wasn’t even born when i started spitting fluid goo
sick as drake and josh fan-fiction, yeah that shit is true

[verse 4: ashevillain]
don’t heckle me i’m psychotic
break all your spirits demonic
on autopilot i got bubounic
but caught my fifth onix
you got me hooked on all phonics
still waiting on illectronic
maybe a story untold
from the era of blue and gold
madvillan leanred me a lesson
now me returned as ashevillan
4 year 305 veteran
yeah, never thought i’d see you again
scheming dreaming top of haw creek
on my off week, now i’m knee deep
in creep status, perhaps my apparatus
or attitude needs adjustment
i’m hunching over and stumped by it
drawing jokers on poker night
and all i have to fight it is a
chance to believe again

(meta-self conversation)

okay for real this time
i got no rhymes but reason that
come out in extra syllables
i’d say it simpler but
target market would say that’s old school
not that it matters
the master plan is loonier than you ever knew
coming soon
my grand re-debut
to an earbud near you
now back to nookies with tanuki ya feel me?

[verse 5: tanuki]
absolutely
i’ve been loosely pretty spooky with the booty i’ve been haulin in
the top of mount vesuvy pretty roomy with them falling in
making movies letting loony floosies view the dutch tilt
we harder stronger hotter than the product of a stuffed kiln
vote for the king, open the seams, don’t end the
line when the dope’s in the sink, and there’s
hope for the fiend as he copes with the steam
and his four leaf clover potently green
we pretty lucky as we stunting on the rusty actors
looting gold hack n slashing wielding rusty axes
it’s only natural we setting bars with words so limber
we crushing limbo beating death letting timbre linger
your favorite rapper might be mashed potatoes in his dreams
we oozing rappers cause you are what you f-cking eat
stars of the f-cking east, hard but not from the streets
label me a titan cause i’m larger than other beasts
we the gods, north carolina out to flex dude
we the deus ex crew, and we’ll see you on the next tune

- tanuki rap

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