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electronic jack - fourth echelon lyrics

[verse one]
small like hamtaro, big like megas xlr. a good opponent to spar with. leave blood on the carpet
i’m a raider not a spartan, the bars spin like having too many drinks, holding a pen, writing in
aspen. casting all white americans in manga adaptions. real fans are not relaxing like maxine in
soul food when cheated on by dude, it’s rude. watch coonskin, an animated comparison of the ignorant
and arrogant. two sides to harvey dent but the coin, i already spent. on every alcoholic liquid subst-tute
i could fill in. the cup, but two girls is too much. i suffer from lack of trust so when you kiss me, i wanna
know where the last place that nut bust. what’s up to eve in smallville. we still doin’ things. talk with outdated
slang like we don’t care enough, mayne. doing ch0r-s to pay for my lamborghini doors. and machine gun turrets to knock
down helicopter birds. it’s all good

[chorus]
make the track commit suicide. then resurrect the beat
messin’ with the elite will turn you obsolete
we ain’t here to party. just cause ruckus. head b-ttin’
all you shut-ins gon’ love it

[verse two]
my mind does a 180. i’m grind house(ing) 80’s, parodies. black dynamite att-tude for those cheating ladies
and when i was young, i scribbled down my thoughts. my lyrics were an outlet so i didn’t have to use my fist
but i now i see vacancies in the barricades behind heaven’s gates. my murder rate keeps me from earning sp-ce
(what a waste) k!lling brain cells. resurrecting old spells. oh well! more zombies for god’s apocalypse
yell, and say our name! destroying a city like we’re bane. fourth echelon weaponry to wreck mcs. we are indefinitely
cripping bloods, and drowning crips in blood. at the end, we give them all hugs. now that’s mercy. trouble on my mind
like i’m plotting against pusha t. push his wig back like i was trained by golgo 13. wait, hurt me? you couldn’t hurt me
if you got the police to squeeze on me. i’ll damage you from the inside like herpes, but you ain’t worthy

[chorus]

[verse three]
keep it real? dumb wh0r-s feel nothing but raw deals so they all porky pig, when nigs go make ’em squeal. i can’t chill
so many people testin’ my patience. laid down like planking, trying to get me to roll over, i’m waiting. for permission to
cross the line. gimme a sign, like the batman logo, so i can put a ho in choke-hold. i’m bigger than mogo, with a genesis
like domo. whoa! y’know. i make the crowd jump like a pogo stick, bro. watch your mouth, or i’ll cut your tongue. like oh dae-su
you might sue but i’ll still rule like that solomon dude. in fact, i’ll still be c-cky even when p-ssed mach speed. my posse is trigger happy, taking over dexter’s laboratory. there’s a story in this but you’ll have to google the references..i make, when i try to explain why i act
this way. anti-social, kinda loco, and if you try to k!ll my mojo, i will one inch punch you in the throat

[chorus]

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