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cam meekins - organic food lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah

i’m comin’ with flows sweeter than flapjacks
facts when i blast raps these rappers take catnaps
lying how they have stacks my syntax is crispy custard
that lamp city tee on my back lookin’ crispy custom
mad fl-stered f-ck the game it’s so ruptured
fifteen f-ck my spleen was so ruptured
nineteen f-ck your dreams i want buster numbers
when i f-ck stay bustin’ nuts
f-ck split ends up like f-ck it’s crusted
throw water on my raps but i still won’t rust
i never grow old or fade out or pick up dust
so i trust that my alb-m gon’ blow the f-ck up like
woah!
i’m in the zone f-ck popo we rollin’ up just to go and f-ck with the ozone
i’m writin’ poems chillin’ with janet
she ask me “will you eat the p-ssy up?”
i ask her if it’s organic
and i’m sure that my words offensive
i spent mad time on this sh-t hence f-cking up friendships
suspense for the free p cent donations
i’m tweetin’ lamp city sh-t, and i’m on vacation
they never wanna see me on top like everybody else
made it in the bas-m-nt though a loner by my f-ckin’ self
don’t f-ck with anybody ‘less you hear me sayin’ it
i’m sprayin’ it, rappers playin’ games arcadin’ it
stay a b-tch, f-ck your raps you’re not sayin’ sh-t
peep the f-ckin’ concepts on my alb-m ‘for you say a diss
said many times but i’ll say this sh-t again
we ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners, and we d-mn sure ain’t friends
it’s lamp city b-tch

yeah

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