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disjointed - something with turquoise lyrics

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(verse 1)
eat a f-ckin d-ck or die trying
pair of binoculars, into eye-spying
finna find ivy and poison a politian
sinner mind blithly ignoring the intermission

paint your house with a fuschia lighter
listen to my mixtape to fuel the fire
ghoul admirer, playing with hoola hoops of iron
moody musing music writer, whoa

rap game parcheesi
bars easy, scar leaving, tar feeding, larvitar breeding
shouts to brock, smoke an ounce then drop, the lounging n0b

i’m a full fledged yawn maker
get off my lawn, faker, i’ll call your mom, player
the donkey kong of neighbors, thong inhaler
seranading songs to frothing dong appraisers

still haven’t learned to tie my shoes
but i’m still rocking the hottest nikes to boot
i’m the bikes to goons, i’m the lies to news
rice to food, swear to god i’m the i’m the mics to booths

i’m the truth, i step so right republicans get jealous
vet fellas, the best seller
on a scarier mission to impress penn and teller by sending letters
to their every location by carrier pigeon

i’m very original, peep the nefarious interlude
rarely sip, carry, or do charity interviews
staring at little dudes, from liverpool
in my living room living cool, but i’m livid too

(bridge)
pitiful, pitiful you are pitiful

everybody in the f-cking room is pitiful

except me

you are pitiful

ehhhhhh something with turquoise

(verse 2)
what a load of bullsh-t and cheap sh-t
diseased kid, like my album i released it
alleviate the pain with a puff or two
i’m coming off the cuff for you, don’t f-ckin move

backhanding your homies with an oven mit
after taking out my cookies from the oven, b-tch
you can’t do it like me, like me, homie
you can’t do it like we, like we, slowly

making love to a low cl-ss hooker
and she always down to suck off a broke -ss booker
oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
i think the condom broke

i think i’ll probably go and pick up some milk on my home, yeah
no rent ‘cause i live in a club house
come in and tell me how the sub sounds

pretty good, right? word, got my 50 inch wood mic
carved it from the finest tree i could find
had to battle with a bird, it was a good time

decades went on as an epic battle stringed blizzards
between a human and a wing lizard
couldn’t barter, had to swing scissors
but he happened to be a king wizard

with a dash of his wand, he hit me with magic spell
i knew that it was bad, could tell
but he left a giant opening near his sp-ce
so when i tripped, i accidentally sheared his face

- disjointed lyrics

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