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adroit effusive - old enough lyrics

[verse 1: mortar]
what, you b+tchin’ now?
yeah, it’s mortar, that’s all i gotta say to sort a situation out
the bowel, the fist, the snuff, the fl!ck
lock on the beat like cops cuffin’ on a wrist
she’s suckin’ the d+ck the first time we meet
dug in the c+nt, plus, i heard that she juggle beats
but no, dj, she play the role
i play the record while she’s neckin’ on a pole
raw, cannibal animal instinct
jump in feet first, knee deep into stink
the brink of destruction
have chick, have d+ck, add booze and we can begin the f+ckin’
i’m no mack, no stack, no fame
no game, all i have is my b+lls and a name
and claim the baddest endgame status
handle mortar now, i’m more than you can manage

[verse 2: beats]
yeah, it’s true that she juggle beats, i seen saliva drool
told her, “have d+ck, have pool, can rap, am cool”
ankles kept warm with wet knickers
one mind, a mission’s takin’ p+rnographic pictures
war locked and witches gettin’ burned at the stake
and i don’t care if you’re great, just be f+ckin’ my mates
and as the party goes on, you’ll see the party get wrong
you wanna be part of a song? adroit effusive, we’re on
come here and step in the booth, got a confession for you
now when i said you were cute, i only wanted a root
conclusion conquered by a force of wh0res
i hear war, flaps swingin’ like old saloon doors
pathetic western, don’t bother textin’ ‘cause i won’t message
back with f+ckin’ text message this, well f+ckin’ text message that
add beats to your mysp+ce top eight
send and take photos for the private message m+st+rbate
[chorus]
are you old enough?
are you old enough?
are you old enough?
are you old enough?

[verse 3: patti]
missus snuffer lover kisses, f+ckin’ this
punch drunk, lovin’ this
skip the small talk and sub, strips shows
strip naked and f+ck, then try to father a son
a few bucks but i ain’t givin’ ‘em none
now i’m chillin’ with a girl that’s rank
now you could go home and w+nk or johnny walk the plank
now she was built like a tank, large ape
weight watchers watchin’ the weight, i got some people to thank
and all i ever wanted was a tit grub
plus a d+ck rub, quick, suck, whip cream, whipped up
f+ck, i been stuck in a world full a hippos
that had me frustrated like a celibate nympho
rip the trousers and feed it, with patti, no rubber needed
no s+x+s+xual diseases, i’m test+tested repeatedly
a camera camouflagin’ the scenery
on behalf of the adroit, i wanna thank you for seein’ me

[verse 4: trials]
ay, f+ckin’ suck d+ck in the name of lord trials
the ball size got slags hangin’ ‘round like horse flies
poor guys f+ckin’ bunch a pigs
hungry and need someone to cut lunch like bris
skull some drinks, angel, p+ss, then get ruined
every girl i slept with prob’ly f+ckin’ slept through it
they know i’m f+ckin’ sh+ttin’ the bed
like when they stop suckin’ the w+ng and try kiss it instead, wrong
practice makes perfect
like my ex+girlfriend f+ckin’ every single dude that she works with
small titty, don’t matter if the purse big
i’m thirsty and need a dirty bus to share germs with
how to swallow like your gut’s hollow
d+ck conspiracy theory, where i go, the nuts follow
and she made up her makeup, that’s a bad wake up
like mortar on your couch, every day’s a f+ckin’ eight months

- adroit effusive lyrics

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