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letra de funk volume iv: don't fu[n]k up our beats entry - tuyo3

[tuyo3]

i’m out the mental asylum cuz with the pencil i’m violent
make instrumentals go silent because i k!ll them with rhyming
smoke and mirrors, open beers
broken spirits wrote the lyrics
is a ghost in here it’s colder than october digits
but i over did it in a minute and
ripped the spinach tin, get wings like i’m scrimmaging in michigan
rolling michelins, ritalin initial it
reel it in i’m fishing b-tch
is this what my message is?
what a mess it is my method as a m-s-ch-st
meant it as an sms your guess is just an estimate
people say please enlighten me so i just light the weed
grab the mic and speak my lines are tight like nike feet
i don’t play basketball because i have a hacking cough
plus i’m not that tall and i’m hooked on that tylenol
for the aches and pain that rake my brain i take in vain i made my name in saying things
and in battles i’d probably eat ya like cannibals from polynesia
i would rather stay insane
[nothing] you can say to me..

- tuyo3

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