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letra de roastie - the darling invasion

[verse 1]

no knife will ever replace the blade of negative words
you throw an egg on my face, i got a fire album in the works
i chicken scratch on sandwich bags
you got this dishwasher steaming mad
blotting poison, ’till i’m spurred for this c-ckfight —
can you feel it? i’ll batter you
and that bird you’re buck-buck-bucking on, i’m mc mc nuggeting
are you forgetting we spoke of that wedding
but now bells crescending are rounds as they’re ending
as round as the b-lls that i boot you in ’cause you’re boned…
sorry, was that a bit cryptic? well, i can take her like masala

[hook]
if i knew i’d find you here with that roastie
i wouldn’t have ever cared at all
go f-ck yourself, then chuck her out
before i do something criminal
you picked your bird, i’ll spit my words
to make you hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble
if i knew i’d find you here with that roastie
i wouldn’t have ever cared at all
go f-ck yourself, then chuck her out
before i do something criminal
you picked your bird, i’ll spit my words
to make you hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble
[verse 2]
you ain’t f-cking with me? ’cause of the crowns on her t–th?
that she got in turkey? i mean what could it be?
i’m unplugging the sink and i lug out the grease
and make minimum wage
the manager of my team
won’t let me take a day
off, to go to the beach, sip a red bacardi, bumping m to the b
like when you’d go out with me, so my misogyny
is coming for your worst night stand like an internalised man
yeah your bird’s in hand, but she’s got no bush!
i’ve read enough judith butler that i can call her a sl-t, so
don’t bother to cluck about how much it bugs ya
i could fry her in b-tter, gruts for tea, ivor cutler

[middle 8]
you strip her, you dress her
her thighs and br–sts are better
while i’m on the night shift in chickentown
and your mum, she says, “ooh
your last girl had some issues”
well, i say she’s a roastie, and i’m based

[verse 3]
do you think it’s schmaltz, the way i dote on your c-ck?
am i boiled in my pot noodle?
rollin on your long w-ng, you had this chick chick going c-ckadoodle
could we pull it back to where we were at? cause, f-ck it
i know i’d look just as fingerl!cking f-cking good in that bucket
[hook]
if i knew i’d find you here with that roastie
i wouldn’t have ever cared at all
go f-ck yourself, then chuck her out
before i do something criminal
you picked your bird, i’ll spit my words
to make you hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble
hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble
hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble

- the darling invasion

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