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bass millionaire - smokin' indians lyrics

smokin’ indians and scalping cool kids
suppose it makes steve jobs feel f+cking stupid
inviting all you gremlins birthday party at the kremlin
russian b+tches on my d+ck when i don’t speak the language
strictly f+cking speaking, what’s a goblin to a demon
said your b+tch has nice tits, well i’ve already seen ’em
it’s topless f+cking tuesday, seven days of the week
(?) f+cking critical on a (?) body beat
you can’t even f+cking speak ’cause your mouth is sewn shut
looking at me like i’m crazy, yeah ofcourse i’m f+cking nuts
rap+rapping in my bas+m+nt at all hours of the night
and the neighbors still asking, ”is that kid alright?”
nah, nah, nah, no i don’t think so
hard in the paint though
nah, f+ck that, your b+tch goes hard with the brain though
spit hard for thе bankroll, (?) yo la tengo
why’s that kid so insane, i don’t evеn f+cking know
sick of all your brothers and your sisters
calling me a f+ggot or a motherf+cking hipster
i ain’t even mad though, ’cause if i’m that bad bro
why’s your f+cking sister bouncing her ass off of my hipbones
fishbones, give a black b+tch vanilla syndrome
cumming like icecream, always make a mess yo
sticky like a spiderweb, yo i get that spiderhead
eight different b+tches suck my d+ck inside the same bed
(the f+ck does that even mean?)

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