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e from the l.o.s.t. - monster lyrics

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[e from the l.o.s.t.]
westcoast!!!!

l.o.s.t.!
nappy heads!!!

[pelon]
“what up e?!”

[e from the l.o.s.t.] (verse 1)

nothin’ but my mothaf-ckin dubs
805 hip-hop, i’ve got california love
cruisin’ through the city, henny pumpin’ in my veins
my homey’s just as f-cked up that’s why he’s cruisin’ both lanes

swerve into the curb and we just scr-pe and bring it back
i spill a bottle on my lap and then i laugh and start to rap
seat leaning back so far i’m almost in the back
we put that sh-t down in 30 minutes flat

bang that!

ride like we’re on spokes but we’re on some f-ckin’ caps
besides that we’re broke, we’ll grab a 12 pack of pabs
all my f-ckin’ life i worked an honest 9 to 5
yeah right, p-ss into the wind until the day i die

they say i’ll die alone. who gives a f-ck? i’m down to risk it
i never met a b-tch i’d like to sit and shoot the sh-t with
since i was born i’ve been nothing but a misfit
and if the sky’s the limit why they cook it in the business?

[e from the l.o.s.t.] (verse 2)

2012 is showing promise and it’s just around the way
and daddy is coming back from grand pappy’s any day
he’s gonna be p-ssed about the party that we threw
we gotta hide the jersey sh0r-, and the nukes and all the brew

holy sh-t the ghettos and the starving children too!
hide kadafi’s army with those hookers in my room

holy juliani khan be bush number 2. obama bullied by the bayner and will never follow through so…

get more money and get more hoes
cus getting more is never gonna close n-gga rows
i’m going back to venice with a sign around my neck:
“i’ll save you from the rapture for a pack of cigarettes”

i bring h-ll with me, everywhere that i go
and the cannon that i hold is my ster-e-er-e-o
i’ve got a bag of blood that i’m giving to the clinics
so the christians can finally baptize their babies in it

[e from the l.o.s.t.] (verse 3)

violent motherf-cker, lost tribe slays the suburbs
section 8, raised on toast and b-tter
lets give a toast to the slumlord republican sc-m bags
uncle sam helped my mother but stole my dad

america’s step child, daddy says “be all that you can be”
now he’s crying on his knees while his economy bleeds
bodybag those bullies with their own greed..
i hope their kids, kids, kids grow up to be just like me!

come on!

mean, bitter, with a taste for the liquor
f-cked up liver, can’t sleep cus i shiver
limbs trembling, no mixing, f-ck the lemon
yelling “long live lenon!” – on thanksgiving!!!

drunk uncle, tell the truth to the children!
if you’re not good you’ll go to prison
listen little man, think about your short attention span
your mind is not a sponge, it’s a motherf-cking trash can!!

- e from the l o s t lyrics

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