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letra de boo! - yorko

gorillas in my bong got me munchin’
appetite for destruction
eat a wack motherf-cker i’ve been locked in a dungeon
hungry for some passion
all these blunts i’m ashin’
and i’ll be blunt i ain’t passin’

fiending, i’ve been green dependent more than a hippie cancer patient
need to cut the trees, ‘cos they keep cutting trees to provide me papers
so much i smoked and now i’m faceless
so much to toke it left me tasteless

i went from drinking juice to chugging booze and now it’s drug abuse
i’m taking everything in twos, ‘till i’m loose in my dome
the henny got me woozy, the vally got me droopy
tripped bad on some shroomies, now i’m crazy with an uzi

go zues when i’m sparking that
your face blue when i break the bat
if you ain’t know where you at, this ain’t a place for no rat
better move to the back, my palm’s glued to the gat and wouldn’t think twice to shoot

hook (x2)
i’m here to disturb your peace
i make noise that raise the deceased
make em’ dance above their graves
like mollie trippin’ b-tches on a rage
i twist my joints then i test your faith
laces on my kicks as thick as the spliffs kissed by these pair of lips that preach apocalypse
the words i speak shatter dreams of bliss
terrorize your paradise take the iris off your eyes
make it whiter than the drugs i whiff

if you a purist, there ain’t no cut in my product
unadulterated like a baby channel
so i never mind who watches and care less ’bout cash flow and a rolex that never stop
when time’s ticking, i supply casios that set off bin laden’s drops

so if you need some blow, i’m pied piper with a flute
go rally up the family, cos i’m starting up a coup
surely pigs can’t fly, can’t say the same for their tooth
feed a fed with fist till the only thing they could eat is chicken soup

curb stomp these boujie boys just to show ’em how the street taste
get that gold grill erased
gutter to your mouth, and let’s put a smile on that face
i ain’t kidding, i’ll kick the happy off your face b-tch

hook (x2)
i’m here to disturb your peace
i make noise that raise the deceased
make em’ dance above their graves
like mollie trippin’ b-tches on a rage
i twist my joints then i test your faith

- yorko

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