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burb - cut the shit lyrics

[verse:1]

sick of this
when poisonous pr-cks start
poking you with their tips till they leaving you swiss
but kiss the fish ‘n’ deal with their shit
like a plumber holdin’ a cheque
not on the neck
heart should be on your sleeve, boy
you incorrect
direct your attention to some len, ‘n’ did i mention
he’ll be messin’ with your zen
ask buddha to sauce me a pen, so
to write past average comprehension while lifting some tension, throw em up high, ‘n’ dropped deep into suspension
not quite a trampoline…
if it was, you hyper-extended it
intending offense to dense f-ckers who get too negligent
apes who smear their excrement
onto this art is enough evidence
there’s clearly not enough temperment
‘n’ based on my estimates, you f-ckin’ hesitant
lazy ‘n’ pretense, for one who sits on the fence ‘n’ claims their
heaven-sent
hope those splinters dig deep
so marvel this malevolentness
condensed ‘n’ delicate
elephant in a cage with no crowd’ll leave it desolate…

hook:

see me yet? nah, y’all lookin’ at the silhouette
cd set? stella’s relapse, doris n oxymoron on roulette
see the effect? raw words ejected from lips of listeners, tryin’ to eclipse the ticks that suck the tit of bandwagonners, what’s popular?
see me yet?
don’t know, but something’s psycho ’bout that silhouette

[verse: 2]

n’ we all go a little mad sometimes
feelin’ small can whittle at your mind even during your prime
but wood shavings, graphite’ n’ a pinch of time
‘n’ you have yourself a the recipe for imagination in rhymes
f-ck suits ‘n’ ties
hope to meet my demise
‘fore havin’ to dress up n formalize n have it normalized
despise the idea
fill you up like a pita pocket
or wall socket, with words used as fuel for a rocket
pop rocks is…what yer ears’d be callin’ me
brush up your terminology
shit, cuz during an odyssey?
you need get out in the open, no more baby wallaby
follow me
i can show you quality over these wobbly wannabe’s
who’s philosophies atrocities
more than half the f-ckers only here cuz of the god d-mn
monopoly
man, i’m in it cause it’s how i wanna pay my supper
while reducing plastics ‘n’ rubbers
so shut it down for the day, i’m d-mn tuckered

(hook)

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