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callmelp – asterisks. lyrics

asterisks. lyrics
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f+ck off i don’t f+ck with you
f+ck with me? see i don’t seash+lls by the seashore. i see ghosts
i hold on to some hope, i don’t follow the pope. don’t try to indoctrinate me into some tooth fairy, you can believe in some hairy dude in the sky, but don’t try to force me into it. see i stitched a pentagram on an afghan. bush was in fault for the war in afghanistan. i have a plan, but how bout’ we don’t celebrate some dead white slave owners every year, instead lets celеbrate those queer folks at stone wall. i try to own my actions unlеss i wasn’t in fault. saw some blood on the asphalt, when i tripped, some kid, brought me in, to the nurse. d+mn pain is such a curse, i wonder why they helped me in, but the next year, those maggots call me fa+. i ain’t playing tag and maybe being asocial, but is that a reason, to call me such things and pretend i’m a lass, i lend you things and yet you didn’t tend to give them back
you wore these $500 sneakers and acted like you were the whos who of some ugly shoes contest. you ain’t sh+t, especially not elite, you wear no cleats cause’ you have no b+lls, but whatever, you act like you a stepper, your dad was the school security, but apparently he ain’t hearin’ me, call me queer once more and i’ll stop abidin’ by my code of conduct, i will go full on combat. p+ssed off, you actin’ ditzy, shut the f+ck up, don’t call me panzy, stop being handzy, you act like you packin’, the only thing in this town you packin’, is that smack talk and smack. don’t push my back, they’ll be no goin’ back. i will not go to your level, your a mere pebble, but i am sure tempted. my tank is sure quite spent

ok i’m pent up, this sh+t so f+cked up, take shelter, pop a can of seltzer, everyone be yellin’, cause place bout’ to go helter+skelter, i mean the beat assh0l+, babysitting you is such a hassle, welcome to my rap castle. i’m elite, screw everyone who disagrees, steerin’ this in a direction unpredictable, stick on my hand, where the h+ll will it land. i can’t stand the hate, screw you mate. panning this out like a director. it’s quite unexpected, crept up on me, didn’t know i was making tunes today. the whos whos of cool shoes today. i’m like hey jude. hey dude. balloons away! hopefully, i don’t hear boos right away when i walk on the stage. hopefully, i ain’t trapped in a cage in my mind. sure hope i have the time. not lazy no more, i said f+ck that. ducked down and threw a puck at the ground

crazy, a little, so get strapped, because we bout’ to f+ck this place up!

[outro]

uh, dude, i meant like a metaphor, don’t actually do guns

- callmelp lyrics

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