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letra de deer season - the palmer squares

[verse 1: ac-mental]
i leave armies of rappers dearly departed like captain queenan
with bars that’ll cause the squeamish to barf like a fat bulimic
half comedic half genuine so you can’t believe it
leave your clan defeated legally dead at the amphitheater
zombie hunger
spittin’ blood i’m the god of thunder
shock and stun ya
hit me up if you got my number
the problem solver resolving blunders
got the hot stuff, donna summer
splittin’ trees like i’m choppin’ lumber
these poetasters h-lla wack and so they quote the masters
term, ac, and flashman we finna go bananas (bananas)
low-key rappers with a bulky stature
throwin’ ‘bows until your bones are fractured
broken backwards
i’ll hold you captive
feed you nothing but moldy apples
decomposed cadavers sleep beneath the oleasters
so capture photographs in scope
we been known to roll gr-ss and toke fl!ckin’ ash in empty patrón decanters
i’m traditional
record my sh-t on digital tape
palmer squares, two invisible shapes
ayo i hit the set and shoot up
but i don’t do drugs
i make movies
cue the john woo doves

[verse 2: terminal knowledge]
everyone knows me
so why would anyone doubt me?
rap game jeffrey spicoli
rap game jeffrey lebowski
often bending the rules
see they used to send me to juvie
but now i been sent to the county
cause they found me peddling lucy
the truth be never absolute
you got a laundry list of excuses yet you lack a clue
either offer a solution to confusion
that you most likely the cause of it
i’m awful sick like feeling nauseous when they lift the coffin lid
the smell of a corpse is a h-ll of a force
tells the lunch in your stomach it should head for the door
never before have we
never again ever
my pen is a sword that leaves enemies heads severed, yes
on the mic with that frightened look yet after the set left mandibles dropped
got a rhymebook kinda look like the manifesto of the cannibal cop
i got plans
pots and pans
chop it up they can’t hack it
cabinets stocked with cannabis crops till the narcos come and ransack it
cat calls in the cacophony conversation
and also we brought the bacon
and the blood and guts
and the piglet’s rind
still my language spooks ’em out
but hey we play the music loud just to cover up the victims’ cries

[verse 3: flashman wade]
flashman, -ss-ssin, the dragon
a famine need salmon, a sandwich
just casted her magic
i’m no longer hungry
those stoners are funny
the palmer squares got the bongs and they’re known for the munchies
i’m zoned like some countries
got the spear i’m a native spirit
but still put the chrome to your tummy
like a navel piercing
an angel swearing to god that they going by the book
like a b-tch p-ssy
wouldn’t be loose if her morals were good
i’m more understood but i’m still over your head
cause my train of thought is too much presence
i’m the polar express, sh-t
a statue with a sword wouldn’t be posing a threat
having the same last name at graduation is as close as you’ll get
but you still need binoculars
i’m godzilla thermometers couldn’t detect how hot i was
cause even on ice i’m ’bout as clutch as hockey pucks
i’m out of puns but if i die i know enough spanish to talk to one
i got mad dough
i keep a hunnit
that’s why i got a lot of bucks
like it’s deer season
i have y’all in fear like a queer’s bleeding
but don’t worry
i know first aid, for some weird reason
it’s flashman wade and the palmer squares
this feature is holy
cause we’re so d-mn dope that we make a beaver look homeless

- the palmer squares

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