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e.b. - ugly lyrics

[verse 1]
say h-llo to the worst one
coming at ya like a black panther after hours
jet black, cracked skin
big lipped monkey
might as well be an african poet if that’s the craze
lookin’ at me like i lost one screw
one flew over the cuckoo’s nest is what they say
“go get a face-lift, d-mnit
no one wants to see your face around here because you’re so d-mn ugly”
huh, picky like the m-sses, slow like mol-sses
as expected, like kelly and younguins
rachted, his cigars please
kick em’, sic em’, super smash bros
with a few hoes i got from the street but in reality
hoes wouldn’t touch with a 2 foot stick from timbuktu
most of em take a look, poof, gone
that’s me, lone, sad figure of the liquor
snicker though about an amateur murder spree
a kid, a glock, 33 blocked
it’s the same old
look your part, do your art, be yourself
but no one actually does that, it’s all act for impact
i act up and back up from problem at hand
laughing bonus, egypt, moses
it’s all bogus, like the free hoes who call me ishmael
fish meal, raw with a claw in eye
oh hi there, didn’t see you
weren’t you supposed to brain him, with your dirty mouth, kiss another man then suck off in hallway
i’m off

[verse 2]
borrowed jazz chords cause i’m bored
noted on a piece of paper with some plastic booty on side, just joking, i won’t ever have that
my personality is ugly like papi’s
sloppy on beat, that’s why i never like to get technical
go figure, take a picture, make the moment last longer, while she basks in fear, here, it’s your fault
smacking blackie faces, jesus, escalate problem, hopsin, happy ending
no end to madness here, only happy loops, i mean, ending loops
hoops around her, cut her off like a light switch
stay in niche like st-tch, don’t make a finch
hinge between us, glad we ain’t us
take a bus, bust tears, i don’t care
fair game, stay away, no play, that’s fate
hate hast no bounds, smack a round in you
don’t scream about it, uh, be about it
all bark no bite, all dark no night
night comes, i’m a sponge
me, i find nearest rifle and get out
blast nearest rifle and get out
smack nearest dial out of hand and get out
expectation, low, anything better than that, pushing it, like martinez

okay, that was a bit messed up. not

[instrumental outro]

- e b lyrics

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