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letra de obscure objects of desire - unscathed & c-lance

[intro: unscathed]
yeah! hey yo, jarren benton! what’s goin’ on? we got somethin’ here! we ’bout to set it off! alright! you little punk!

[verse 1: unscathed]
what you sayin’ is false, go and fix the alarm
you’re lazy, you’re faulty, an annoying kid and a slime
i heard you was sayin’ you wish you spoken to god
so i have you sleepin’ with koi fish in the pond
are you enjoying your job? well, if not (nope!)
just know that i’m livin’ the dream that you never got
my sh-t is this clean, got every legend shot
you in the latrine, your sh-t is gettin’ clogged
can’t be touched like a tyrannosaurus’s neck
you standin’ up but now the carpеt is wet
i’m up here rappin’ with a funk volumе vet
you rappin’ with chumps who are awful at best
it’s gonna be a quick, marvelous death
i sharpen the edge of the razors, knives, here’s a coffin you get
you were never taught and hope you ain’t embarrassed
something i never thought, it’s unscathed and jarren
yeah! don’t lie to me, buddy
i know this is something that you never even done before
you think this is gonna be a battle? nah, homie, it’s about to be a motherf-ckin’ war
hey! you know what? you countin’ numbers
they’re way too low so you need to come for a hundred more
hey, you know what? the objects that we playing with
are really weird and they’re real obscure
[verse 2: jarren benton]
ill n-ggas salute me, i weighed out the pros and cons
new money gon’ bring envy, different hoes and guns
snakes slither in the yard so f-ck mowin’ the lawn
i’m shootin’ the grass, i’m tryin’ to put a hole in you punks
god’s favorite, i’m probably on your top playlist
n-ggas act tough but see me and will not say sh-t
if you blow me you gon’ swallow, b-tch, did i say spit?
heavy iron by my side, that’s how i stay ripped
uhh! benton season, you p-ssies will not seize him
i’m always goin’ hard ’til the moment i’m not breathin’ (facts!)
your man’s wearin’ wires, don’t tell me that’s not treason
an eye for an eye, don’t tell me that’s not even
until his family grievin’, i probably am not sleepin’
i’m so far gone, psychiatrist couldn’t reach him
yeah, i’m dr. oz with the ox
you get signed, sealed, delivered, sent to god in a box, b-tch!

- unscathed c lance

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