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coydog - unholy union lyrics

[hook x2]
lion’s den, we the rap superhumans
married to the game, this the unholy union
throw your hands in the air, this a hold up
freeze beef, go ham, call us cold cuts

[verse 1: decal]
yo, f-ck rapping
i’ll do this sh-t on autopilot while i’m napping
reklaw and coydog in the front
i’m in the back, fapping
no, wait, i’m at home plate, home safe
toss me a bat and a gat
i’ll rearrange your whole face
now break it down, all it is is letters and words
but when you’re spitting like this kid is the vision’s absurd
and i know you heard the last sh-t that i did
the fast sh-t that i did
well that’s the past sh-t
now it’s the present, b-tch
check your tenses, lion’s den is hopping over fences
we so immense in the game while you’re warming up the benches
i’m productive as f-cking is, and you know it f-cking is
so grab your hat, let’s truck this sh-t
we ‘gon rock it out this b-tch
to the moon, smashing poon
in the room, bada-bing, bada-boom
coming fast, make it to the top
don’t stop
speed it up like zoom, zoom
i am not a nice man
packed bong on the night-stand
i’m smashing up your ‘ho so i can toss her in my white van

[hook]

[verse 2: coydog]
insatiably starved, spectacular spark
speak in blasphemous poems
i’m blasting these ‘ho’s
no cure from aspirin, nope
just gl-sses of ‘tron
i need to get plastered and blowed
spit latinate woes
devious pastors and popes
attacked in my songs
mental capacity shown
i’m smashing the flow
i f-cking decapitate foes
and lacerate homes
so white, i’m casper the ghost
yet m-ssively dope, swagger unknown
bounce back, i’m elastic – mr. fantastic
‘nads where the swag is, giving them mad d-ck
axis of madness, phat as a fat b-tch
ph is what that is
face this based acid
i’m calm as a bomb and long as a day
you see, i’m dropping the songs
a monster, insane
when i breathe i monger the psalms and conquer the game
better believe i’ll conjure your fall
i’m pompously pained

[hook x2]

[verse 3: reklaw]
yo, let me say, all i wanna do is play
run around, hit me up
we’ll roll another j
blow a cloud so big that it rains
filling up my lungs with toxicity that relaxes
so high any boundaries that we p-ssed it
and there’s a stereo in the car
throw on a beat and, suddenly, i’m a star
swirling words with this haze
i’m amazed i’m awake, fully baked
for god’s sake, i’m swimming in this sea of smoke
f-ck it, we can handle just one more toke
holding tight to the weed
like a fat kid and a c0ke
buying so much weight that we’re all dirt broke
and, seemingly, i’m stoked to spit these lines
if you didn’t get my message by now
let me tell you one more time:
smoke ’til you die, hold ’til you’re blue
make that bong bubble like a pot full of stew
big, big, big, big booty b-tches
let me diminish once and for all
what it means to be reklaw
spitting ’til my oxygen is gone, just for a song
but no more o2 for me
for now, it’s all about the thc
helps me stretch for another verse
but, now, i’m so high that i just left earth
can’t hit me up here
might as well be using nerf

[hook x2]

[verse 4: salvo]
decision is kiss lips or better dismiss, mistresses
this kid’s giving ’em less sh-ts than if intestines were twisted in
which of witted misfits can whisk this signature sl!ck spit
and still insist his own mischief with slimmest risk of a tsk-tsk?
bitter figments get fisted, so listen: f-ck what you thinking
now redundant as it sounds, you’re about to miss your own mrs
lesbian switches, my twin shivs scissor these b-tches
who into talking they sh-t and nit-pick like biblical christians
ensuring his lyrics are spoken for serpent’s ears cuz it rattles hoes
who would hear this and call it devil endearment whoa
not joking, genre is not hip-hop anymore it’s hypnosis
you’re feeling very unwanted, finally dis-owned ’em
got a mind? i’ll erode it and poke a hole in your boat if
you rowed it merrily, f-ck your dream, life is how i rewrote it
ganja rappers get smoked, i semi-salted this flow
it’s seasoned brackish, f-ck yolo; the reaper’s having a stroke
we’re recruiting a movement and you’d be foolish to boo it
just choose a lion to screw with and find a tooth in your b00bies
riot schools ’til the moon hits and tie a dude by his p-b-s if
he tries to ruin this music, that naiive cube is a rubik’s
sky is blue cause i drew it, yes i am god to be honest
how modest, intelligent design is live at our concerts
rise you rowdier daughters, i’ll pry you out of your garments
and call the cops… “f-ggots” cause i don’t f-ck with departments
i -ss-ssinate lives faster than battering eye lashes
or mashing the y-b-tton until it’s jammed in the plastic
got the game frozen like pouring c0ke on the console
and i will throttle my glottal until it’s stopping like “uh-oh!”
crushing potential like testes under stilettos
girl you had me at h-llo and then i stabbed you at h-ll no
never reject the fellow who’s music peaks like crescendo
i’m stepping on children’s dreams, like putting cleats in ya pillow
and then i cut a hole in my pillow and shove my d-ck through it

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