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delusional thomas - the jesuits lyrics

[intro]
from, yeah, from, from, from, from—

[verse 1]
right out the backyard, rhymes out the crack jar
the facts are that mac brought the cash for the caviar
laugh hard staying out the way of bad karma
and black tar covered demons when they have drama
you latch onto hope, but it ain’t working out
this garden snake you knew done grew into a serpent now
and my mind.. is perverted, foul, wow
my time, you’ve got to earn it now
alright, dance circles around the lava
and b-tches coming over just to twerk around the casa
yeah, lemme see that -ss, b-tch (haha)
yeah, as the virgin mary get deflowered
arouse her, and let her put her mouth in my trousers
woke up, made a couple million fore i showered
spent an hour with jack bauer
and the kids from rocket power watching television
sometimes the truth is better when it’s fiction
it’s never written, never find a bed in prison
dealing with addictions when i beat it
then it’s switching to something else
sh-t i’m only running from myself
but i’m.. running fast and i’m tired

[verse 2: da$h]
f-cking sleeping, man
give me some f-cking orange juice
some peyote in that sh-t
my whole f-cking life is a science experiment (buggin’)
terrorist rhetoric, stare make the devil flinch
paint is hemorrhaging, the roof is scabbin’
finna peel off, sky’s teal hand rolling in eel sauce
’til that’s gone a bit harder to look at , put a home invasion
throw the earnings in my book-bag
learned about that xanax and opana, cause
ain’t n0body really ever taught me how to cook crack, but
i got about half a rite-aid in my book-bag
b-tch, i’m always high, that’s why i look sad
black bag full of kush, burn the same bush
moses had a conversation with,
could make a mason b-tch croatian d-ck
we run a train, you finna date the b-tch
the new age, johnny blaze and sh-t
i got the homies in your neighborhood
knocking like these n-ggas lost a dog
momma looking for her boy, she better call the morgue
i’m a.. ball hog, i tell my n-ggas, i ain’t finna p-ss it
you ain’t gonna dunk, smoking hawaiian skunk
elephant tusk necklace just to provide the stunt
wear a waldo outfit, you were to find me once
i hit the ocean floor inside a sl-t
disintegrate into the finest dust, i’m out, n-gga
like that—

- delusional thomas lyrics

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