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dead players - oh well lyrics

[verse 1: dabbla]

cut my name into your forearm
i came to bring the mother f-cking pain, apply the war balm
nothing but that pure charm
plus a sore palm
drown away a thousand rainy days – i change the forecast
that’s a long shot, this sh-t is short lived
my team keep the torch lit, but no time to talk sh-t
i’ll stab you with the forklift
drive it through your heart
blow the f-cking moon apart
liven up your stupid -ss
super duper lunatic drooling in a pool of spit
moody looking dude is in cahoots with mr. hoover schmidt
shoulda been the usual bit, tweaking up the formula
dinner simmer softly while i finger point at all of ya
look at what you made me do!
i was only joking blud
why’d you wanna poke the bear, now you’ve gone and woke him up
but he ain’t one to open up
more the type to shut it down
it’s time for you to swallow, while it eats from you the stomach out

[hook: dabbla]

ahhhh
and i can tell you like me
in the hotel like roll a l like me
oh, oh well
probably go to h-ll like me
tune in to the yugen
smell my chi
yeahhh
and i can tell you like me
in the hotel like roll a l like me
oh, oh well
probably go to h-ll like me
tune in to the yugen
smell my chi

[verse 2: jam baxter]

i kept it tight lipped
pried apart my jaws and left
the last remaining morsel of a summer fraught with raw excess
we were out the back, high fiving as the mourners wept
she wore a dress
high heels, a necklace and a h-rnet’s nest
i’ll send this can of worms back to burn again i guess
send my best regards to our deflated and disheveled chef
i think i said it best back when i was glitching out
sh-ts cool, ain’t nothing to be p-ssed about
the year’s wrapped tightly ’round our necks and left our eyes bulging
the children yapping at my ankles caught a right scolding
they got that brain cells man working through the night bowling
probably still tripping off that same acid i sold him
so carpet bomb the whole affair
we spent our time sniffing mounds of beak and breathing stolen air
i told ’em hold it there, ain’t nothing grim
sunlight streaming out my mother f-cking skin

[hook]

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