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letra de this - zenuwafu

[verse 1: nightmare]
shawn is trapped out, somebody let him in
man his wallets tapped out, doctor give him vicodin
makes him f-ckin jazz out like i’m hearing to the rufilin
drinking up the juice and gin with ritalin just to get a fix
pain aches like the pit the juice is in
it hurts but i got a sweet tooth for the pills and sh-t
i got a mean hook for the b-tches lips
all the green took from the wallet of the misfit kids
i swim in it with skiddish dips this vicious d-ck is limping quick
c-m swirls around in your sisters cl-t
thoughts about a father? man i’m missing it
emptier than the cup that i’m still p-ssing in
drink it all up b-tch, thirst i’m quenching it
in gym cl-ss i was benched with kids, now i’m wanted to be friends to kids
with problems same as i
when answer booms through there wasn’t a dry eye
then oil zoomed too, brought the cheers to my eyes
cause i’m blessed but i haven’t sneezed yet
i might just be wrecked, slumped up in a v-neck
pumped thrusts in a v-tech, chuckin’ dusty revs to your prius
you all wanna be us, but don’t wanna come see us
envious of all the differences inbetween us
money coming in like the b-tches tryna scheme us
honies leaving quick once they get the b-lls and p-n-s
im outta this world, see you all in venus
with serena sucking d-ck, come quick, man it’s all z love
i got a meaner humping chick, b-m thick, tryna blow the three of us
bunch of musketeers, just the kids you’re tryna eat up
we’re harder than the d-cks, come around and try to beat us
might just f-ck around and steal ya b-tch, i don’t know it’s all easy for us

[verse 2: ascetic (as trey)]
what’s up, it’s troy, yeah, it’s ya boy
i’m kinda coy, a bundle of joy
zen’s a ferocious noise, f-ck with us and don’t be annoyed
cause if you get annoyed, i’ll get annoyed
you’ll try to avoid and i won’t disappoint
so there’s a reason to get paranoid, oi
i’m already outta breath
holy sh-t can i get a sec?
perhaps can i take a little test to weasel my way out of a fess up
sh-t, man, life’s outta luck
b-tches no good, man, they can all get f-cked
im waitin’ 5 years just to get a lil tuck
gettin a little hard i gotta cop a tuck
my d-ck’s ’bout to pop out with a little white muck
make a z with the sh-t then take a quick hit
zen is the nasty to my sick

[verse 3: julian the great]
i would give a f-ck if i ever had a clue
sticky like glue don’t c-m on my shoes
don’t say who i’ll scare you like boo
if you’re a talented f-ggot then i guess i’m you
talentless f-ggot, distorted habits
if i see a fat -ss best believe i’mma grab it
smash it on the floor if i can’t have it
bragging about clashing writing cl-ssics
my d-ck’s curly like a huge frenchfry
i’m not g-y but i’m really into french guys
she french kissed my d-ck with her ten thighs
i showed zen and they showed like ten guys
i’m the black snoopy, pay for my groupie
woodstock’s on my c-ck, watched a couple movies
no h-m-, no moco, no solo
number 2 like pokemon johto
when i’m dead, please no photos
i k!lled it again, f-ck it b-tch, oh no

[verse 4: bothered]
i snap outta it
houndin’ ’til my eardrums pound from the mauser’s click
lifted so heavy got a hernia
burnin’ nugs, turn and tug on the tourniquet
arms harmed got the needles seepin’
feelin’ weakened and i burp up my lunch
it hurts my gut but i rehe-rs- my snuffed films
i curse out the slut her mouth now shut still
i lurk in the gutter
forgot the rubber
jerk off, then slumber
then my firm c-ck awaken to make that naked b-m hurt
tages c-m squirt, as often
as tages gets a sun burn
from layin’ in the sun for a second
f-ck ya f-ggot guns
we come prepped, none with weapons
zen disciplinin’ ’em like sinnin’ nuns
teachin’ redundant lessons
f-ck ya intentions

- zenuwafu

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