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ehanmusic - nauseous lyrics

verse 1

you’re shaking like there’s an earthquake going on, b-tch don’t confuse it, my words say i’m throwing bombs, it’s just written, but you’re finna choose it, as your fate and join arms with sh-tstains who are producing new sh-t, i’m infamous for having great but evil finesse, so there won’t be left any existence of your skin and it’s finished, when i say i’m spinning, my heart turned black in one minute, plucking your eye out and letting your ears hear a sentence, lieutenant, f-ck you and i meant it, the second i penned it down, i gunned you clowns against the ground, sound commenced to turn into a giant’s foot of a hundred pounds, there was a little light left but when you f-cked with me, the sunset drowned, you schmucks on set look like sons of nuns who eloped with merchants, right after the day of church, f-cking c-nts, bound to god was just hypocrisy and nothing fun, hangs on noose and dies, it’s typically considered a suicide, but you have a past like that, the only thing close to you is your demise, b-tch you die, cause i have been just demonized, when i see one, the human dies, and the few men who come thinking they are gonna rescue lives, also on their heads the same rule applies, no flaws and with that the show ends with an applause

verse 2

imma continue the madness, with no pause and it’s been dope, since i stepped foot on the full moon, and these wars on muslims and hindus, put scars on your mosques and tempt us to bring down your temples, so far i have no agendas, but offer’s looking tempting, guess soon i gotta choose the flavor of mentos, but when i’ll shed sauce on one, will be the first to get shot son

chorus

but if you insist and won’t let me take your life, then i won’t be, be so good, when i put my d–k into your b–t, it’s just gonna make the pain, make the pain, make the pain worse you f-ggot. (nah man, why you gotta be all uptight?)

verse 3

i’m finna murder you, cause imma sinner sputter in a record and absurd it too, i gain and oppose cause i’m aginner, hold you with the other hand and smother you, blood occurs when i’m not scared of you, so subtle wanna spew gutter at you throw you up and then catch you, then go all lover at you, just covered the troubles and now i gotta cuddle the corpse, till it shatters across the loss there’s a shutter at probs, b-tter and sauce, odd benefits crossing ways, not impossible but hard to chase, you’re making a face like you just lost the race, your knees been sprained so you must have got the taste, cause on your forehead i just m-st-rbate-dead, oh what i lost in place, like an abandoned race track, still adjusting to this new speed of that mate flash-back to the scratch, but this time i’ll be there when your egg hatches, b-tch light is what my speed matches to, boy you don’t wanna be around when thin clashes with these f-ggots, who are gonna lose their f-g-hood and see it get burnt by couple of matchsticks, i prefer to go cl-ssic, f-ck these new gadgets, you maggots couldn’t lift up a few mattresses and you’re talking about going against your majesty (haaaaa) b-tch i’ll be lingering for so long that you’re gonna die eventually so tragically, and stop fingering yourself by throwing these bars at me, it ain’t offense to me, it’s just catching e, and please stop bickering over this stupid swag thing that you got with your f-g g’s, you industry f-cks have shattered hip hop, so i’m making it whole again by picking up the fragments, and i see what happens in your extravagant music videos, bragging men, talk about their traveling to cities, where i have never been, such element which makes me wanna throw up at your delegate development, swear im’a k!ll you over the sh-t which wasn’t even relevant, and get charged with a felony

chorus

but if you insist and won’t let me take your life, then i won’t be, be so good, when i put my d–k into your b–t, it’s just gonna make the pain, make the pain, make the pain worse you f-ggot, make the pain, make the pain, make the pain, worse you f-ggot

verse 4

b-tch don’t be tryna compelling me into doing sh-t that’s not including the enemy, and the female be selling me their sob stories over one night stands, which be glorious in ways you can’t willingly comprehend, and don’t go throwing that random bullsh-t ‘’speech’’ on me, not my fault, if you can’t understand ‘em, the metaphors and the wordplay, guess tonight im’a be schooling you for free, but do remember i’m known as the vandal freak, you dweeb

outro

and you know, they be like tryna bring me down and sh-t but don’t have the type of sk!ll to match my caliber, it’s just sad watching ‘em fail, man only if the b-tches weren’t busy partying and actually heeded their craft, would probably stand a chance against the ‘’greed’’, but i guess no, they just gotta do sh-t everyday

godd-mn it, godd-mn it, f-cking makes me nauseous, shut the f-ck up b-tch, it’s ‘’thin greed’’
remember the name

- ehanmusic lyrics

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