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48 phantom - death of the internet lyrics

[intro: steve jobs & david turnham]
this is a 21st century bicycle, that amplifies a certain intellectual ability that man has…
but mans history tells us, has done good things and has also done bad things
the question is, is our society alert enough, and to turn it towards the good things, or are there people and occasions where we will use this tool for a bad purpose?

[hook: yugao breeze]
d-mn why they silly? no mandy, all billy
like point me to pills, go phanatic like philly
like what is the dealy? she call on my celly
she tell me she hate me, she c-m when she with me
d-mn, why they stuntin’? why their sh-t been bumpin’?
y’all thought they was nothin’, get jacked like a pumpkin
you thinking on small like your head was on munchkin
can’t handle my files, your sh-t get corrupted

[verse 1: 48 phantom]
i go berserk
like i’m staring down the god hand, aw man, zodd can’t handle this sh-t
i feel like mickey mantle when i slam up on your b-tch
can’t hold a candle to my mana when i hammer down a fifth
i heard it did not work
if you wanna come and try me, bye g
b-tches with booties bigger than aphrodite
trippin’ and drippin’ like she was off the psilocybin
then i f-ck her so good that she let me stick it in her heinie
i hope all you motherf-ckers get a coupe
so you can finally shut the f-ck up
i’ll give you a final attempt at testing your luck ‘cause me and crvck are coming hotter than ever to take the summer
and that’s word to my sh-t
i heard you heard of my sh-t
and i saw just the introduction had you nervous as sh-t
but now i’m burdened from sh-t
y’all got me hurting’ my wrists
emma get you a dictionary, better words for your sh-t, i told you

[verse 2: crvck]
i swear to god, like, most of this sh-t is just improvised
you n-ggas really suck, it brings a tear to my eyes
‘cause i took a n-gga b-tch and i made her f-cking cry
telling everyone i’m fine but i really wanna die
and i’ll be immortalized ‘cause i’m the best my n-gga, truthfully
smoking on some stank, my breath smelling like some booty cheeks
she text me five times i told her “hol’ up” like some loose leaf
she only wanna pursue me if i put money in her coochie ‘cause
i hope all you n-ggas die son
and that’s word to my depression
f-ck that it’s yung crvck so heads severing
leave a n-gga neck bent like number 7
you wanted the best sh-t? i’m making it right now
you n-ggas should get “same rapper” tats on your eyebrows
y’all be hot for like one week then probably die down
and i’m still k!lling b-tches, man i’m burying right now

[verse 3: fl.vco]
strapped if that n-gga want problems
hidden in the back, morphin’ into a goblin
broke off of the chains, now they can’t try to stop him
i’m stuffin’ his body inside of a coffin
then they all just hit the floor
aftermath look like a nuclear war
can’t remember what i even came here for
i’m surrounded by carc-sses
we will all rise, i am marvelous
get them away from me
i’m on a k!lling spree
none of them making it out the vicinity
none see what i can see
i build a legacy
then i destroy what i built right in front of me
i just reload the strap
k!ll them but they just keep coming back
i am sending them all into pitch black
darkness i’m k!lling them cause they’ll all die and regardless i’m heartless

- 48 phantom lyrics

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