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abel the man - the great monger lyrics

soak my hand in the acid
gotta pay for my taxes
i’m smoking weed in a target of small world of baguettes
my hair are clean
ripped, all my jeans
strip on my knee
for free , i do it no money
you’re a fake rich, you pay everything you touch
clutch, i grasp you tightly, and you answer by a « thank you very much »
so try me over the mic, i can’t let you just punch
you need to prove what you got, you need to prove you can’t be stopped
my kettle is boutta explode, full of tea and of mush
you take this you see lights and the coloured rush
shush, stop talking for a sec, i need to hear silence
mic check, my feelings are in braille you gotta feel it to understand
i got key flogged whеn i was 8, you talk about a mess
now when he talks to mе all i see is a guest
all i feel is stress, all i hear is compressed sounds of the belt beating on my chest
you see me i could be the bad guy, in a movie scene
stronger off amphetamine
white hair, cold beard, right from a dookie screen
see me later man i needa find myself a suit
to just impress the girls and to teach em how to shoot, loot
bags full of profits we had it done with jay
we smoking all day
we boutta get all the sh+t to just pay the rent
gas please i need to smoke quick all of a sudden
i need to smoke weed no cigarettes f+ck them i’m stunning
my head spinning like a whirligig
take the hay, the straw, the rush i see em begging me
i call the plugg just to see if he hides the sh+t, relevant
smoke that sh+t, paper boy n+gga, we see them fried again
we ain’t in « p+ssy fest »
i’m blessed, head to the feet
i smoked weed everyday (everyday)

- abel the man lyrics

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