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crimeapple - alleluia lyrics

alleluia lyrics
[verse 1]
skunk b+ttocks got my eyes chino
waitin’ on pins and needles for a flock of seagulls
to stunt on you like my last name knievel
’til then it’s ramen noodles, hot cheetos
my life a motion picture, no sequel
my competition small+time, hang glide on doritos
i’m the closest thing to b.i.g. since cease+a+leo
my parceritos leave you stiff like west nile mosquitoes
laugh (hahaha)
sippin’ jitos with a vicious trio
this ain’t the kind of rain you stop with a gazebo
none equal, i bleed chemo, cry pino
drove my first hoop like a benzito
black seats, black tints, even the rims was emo
so it’s only right i black out like miguelito
during that blackout when the lame came, tryna talk down on his people
i shoulda been suckin’ my pain into a needle
instead, i came to k!ll the game
and cut my vein in front the steeple
driven by past torment and 200k, liquid
seen the future, the [?] got sprung, i feel like pippen
play my position in these [?], the zip smell like lemon (right)
haters breed like lemons, i trust my intuition (right, okay)
devils in high positions, claimin’ everything’s changing but the climate isn’t
i neglect you ’cause my mind indifferent
the world listen, now my tide is risen
they skin itchin’ when my rhymes are vented
they hardly toni kukočs, just poodles, i feel like cujo
ran with a stallion, she wilin’, f+ck me to [?]
i’m the sh+t, but haven’t lost my scruples (nope)
got my universal metamucil
i twist the noodles on my fork, consider peace and war
the leader of the free world; the cheez doodle, who woulda thought? (heh)
crumble bread on stupid sh+t i bought
knuckleheads out here gettin’ taught
strange, i feel regret, but no remorse (woah)
[verse 2]
average rappers call for features when it’s hard to reach me (nah)
i’d rather swallow bleach or harakiri
i’m just a horrid creature, fiend for more cheese, beamers and jesus pieces
it’s only right, the first time i got high, i was a fetus
why shouldn’t i swipe plastic like a dagger at neiman’s? (why?)
anything less would be treason, we needed stamps to eat then
[?] playin’ a role, clones chantin’ allegiance
if i aim at a soul, then you’re gonna dance this evenin’
so relentless, had to be when goat is mentioned
movin’ like a nazarene with no religion
couple magazines with no subscriptions
if you trippin’, i heard the whispers
they wasn’t loud enough, just a deft of powder+puff
everybody doubted son, now buffy the body slurp clam chowder up
who said i ain’t amount to much?
failed algebra, now watch me count this up (brrr)
out of town with stuff, this is +n+logous (brrr)
sometimes the rap game reminds me of+well, not exactly
sh+t i dropped was so pure, some locals tried to sn+tch me
i’d be surprised if a lil’ whatever tried to scratch me
when i’m spazzin’, i’m colder, like i’ve been cryo+napping
y’all gon need vinyl plastic when i’m simulcasting (woah)
you gon’ need aflac, your sh+t is pyroclastic
bad news, bad back; this ain’t chiropractic
when i’m writin’, i’m m. bison, pen moving psychopathic
i rolled my first jeffrey with a bible passage

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