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faraway & lasiurus - let's build lyrics

[intro]
– yo steven, let’s take another shot
my previous one is right on the floor under that woman’s feet
– sure! but firstly i will listen to вthose guys on the stage
it’s faraway and lasiurus, they’re adorable!
– fart away and who?
– just stay still. and don’t touch my b-lls during the show, johnny!

[verse i: las]
let’s build a fire around a pole
with bound up hoes
but no logs are fitting
cause ain’t it the 21st century?
the woods are pitiful
let’s better use my nitty punchlines
with some power acc-mulators built-in
stocking it from my hate
you’re lucky my mate has spilt it!
i’ve never been late for spilth before
you see a cup that’s broken
soaking your -ss to scrub the gl-ss
i see it’s hunk and in it is black milk
i know wack pr-cks are very scared to drink it
with all their trap sh-t like they fear it
and in fact, i mean it!
and i don’t see a limit in it
that’s why i say (let’s build)
something that’s worth of microphone prophecy
in this endless sh-t!
that’s not in a less degree
concerning the music poser here
that’s why i must overk!ll you
like krs-one on ova here!
and i am disposed think
no matter how you’re ‘sposed to hear me
the cup will overbrim
but not over c-roll’s throat really
so if you wanna k!ll me
find them knives
but if you want my brother, run farther!
and don’t forget to hide your wife
or he will swipe your life

[verse ii: c-roll]
i’m showing fight whoever’s on opponent side
going like curare on a corny dyk-
and then be only like:
“sorry i’m not sorry! die!”
and you can pray to your god to give a holy sign
and lord is like:
“i don’t exist, man. i am sorry, guy”
sordid bores, p-wn me a little robie
with a rope
and i’m willing to sermonize
‘cause i believe in force like obi-wan ken-bi
merge an anno domini beat
and spit a bit along the embossing flow
we got us in search of ammo
trap was an ammonal
the vogue is sorta bogus
divergence slammo
you’re the cause of the surging rambo
emergent crambo
sorry, but we’ve p-ssed away all, virgil abloh
i know you’ll perch an arrow
if you form a trap-line
which is supposed for the lickety listeners
stickety-jiggety stick-jaw
verge a harrow
so if tryna spit raps, yo
i can have a deep nap
y’all won’t ever take my legacy
i’m the game’s son, y’all are nephews!
we’ll lay yo’ corpse in the ditch
and that’s the cause to switch
the verse to the chorus
oh, and may the force be with u, b-tch!

[verse iii]
(faraway)
i’m flipping a nickel who’ll k!ll ‘em
by swinging a dripping-pan
she’s thrilled in a van
las, it’s heads, and it seems like i’m winning then
your pretty flow’s deep in grave, man
and i guess it’s time for faraway
to sit on the throne
you’ll get a hint on your phone
when i need a diss for a hoe
and till that i am spitting alone

(lasiurus)
i ain’t going to go till tying a c-cky flooz’
on a cuckingstool
that sl-t is drooling our last track
our track is cool!

(faraway)
then crack her school
oh sh-t, i meant a skull
i ain’t an english speaker
peck a hole in her
just knock that hoe a tack
i’m microphone checka
take a gyro to attract her
than just do it, don’t be shy
oh, f-ck with me and las
we’ll break yo’ neck, ah!

(lasiurus)
but sh-t
and what if i suddenly bring that girl a tec?
i feel it suspicious, vicious
won’t she feel mere aback or
be asking more about that?
what if i better be calling myself inspector gadget
and fadge that b-tch’s hold on her deck?

(faraway)
i think it’s oddly, my friend
but in fact, what about trap?

(lasiurus)
well, trap?
they say f-ck trump
i say f-ck trap!

[chorus]

[outro: faraway]
well, where’s my lyrics page for the next song?
no-no-no-no!!!
f-ck, las! spit it out! now!

- faraway lasiurus lyrics

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