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breshnyda - dirty hands lyrics

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chief manipulator got my family all f-cked up
i’m like an alligator steppin’ out the f-ckin’ swamp
the realest news is sh-t you seen with your eyes
recognize designs of control before the chains are on

scrollin’ through my feed and peepin’ what the f-ck is up
this cheeto motherf-cker spoutin’ bullsh-t out his mouth
secret leader looking like a mushy tomato
got me wonderin’ what the f-ck could be the allure

did ya ever think you’d see the day the money ate the poor
of course i did man they been doin’ it for scores
(did ya ever think you’d see the day the money ate the poor
of course i did man they been doin’ it for scores)

blacked out, sittin’ in my bunker
stew on the oven, steamin’ over somethin’
looking for some action, easy satisfaction
fill my cup with blood, satisfy the vamprisim

schisms open underfoot, i’m lost in the earth
into my own reckoning i’m divin head first
obsessed with the manifest, blessed beyond worth
the money drank the poor to quench aristocratic thirst

did ya ever think you’d see the day the money ate the poor
of course i did man they been doin’ it for scores

work, work, work, every second working, work, work
cuz dirt in your mouth is how you like to get your smirk perked
flirtin’ with disaster like their swingin’ molly’s hatchet
these cats’ll drink our future til their feelin’ good and plastered

dirty hands, dirty hands that scrub the feet of exalted kings
the same dirty hands that butcher meat
don’t you see? fact is, dirty hands can be discreet
my dirty hands’ll never follow me when i creep

- breshnyda lyrics

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