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cunninlynguists - southernunderground [deluxe edition] lyrics

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[deacon the villain]
we’re back for another round, southernunderground
we ain’t following that traditional cookie-cutter sound
those that act like punks, treat ’em like trunks and shut-em-down
riding sound waves without sails, orrs, or rudders now

[sos]
other clowns suck worse than funnel clouds
one verse and your lungs are drowned with much dirt and rubble now
i’ve come to earth to hunt em down, spit linguistics, pick up b-tches
jizz on big t-ts and get your mistress to do my dishes

[kno]
cannibalistic, intangible mechanical misfit
scandolous dipsh-t who’s beats are too clean
so i’m back with some dirty tracks that were dubbed and played
through an 8-track and my grandma’s hearing aid

[deacon the villain]
i’m afraid, though, we rap for food, we’re still hungry
in cyphers eatin up every muh’f-ckah amongst me
people try to ax stupid and stump d (hot!)
so much proof in me that i’m drunk and stumbling

[kno]
mmmmmumblin some thuggin sh-t is not a sin to me
but doesn’t hip-hop need a little positivity?
it’s all guns and slangin caine
we need some upliftment in the streets, somebody call david blaine

[sos]
f-ck positivity. i’ll bang david blaine’s favorite dame
make her say my name and hog her hedge like a sega game
stay insane, take her chain to sell on ebay for change
and use the money for weed to ease her labor pains

[kno]
i’m offended!

[deacon the villain]
why? cause she’s pregnant and smoking weed?

[kno]
no, cus he let her toke for free, that’s not how its supposed to be
but f-ck it, you can find me at home lonely
praying to my eminem shrine holding a rosary

[sos]
i can battle rappers for cash or sell trees
but i feel like will high, cause i just wanna drop an lp
respect when it drops, if not i’ll make your girl put her breath on my c-ck
by tellin her it tastes like peppermint schnapps

[deacon the villain]
and after doing the grown-up, sit with her in soap suds
roll up, some wack distribution and smoke buds
for f-ckin’ with my paper, getting me hype as a c0ke rush
it’s cunninlynguists b-tch, loving this since cold crush

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