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fried rice - i spoke to the devil in miami, he said despacito lyrics

[verse 1: fried rice]
and i wonder if you know
how we do it down in eto’
joe-yo in your -ss like
what the f-ck even is lube, bro?
miller pulp like fiction, what the f-ck is chronology?
these cuils more than fiction, b-tch this ain’t no astrology
wow wow wubbzy, you’re f-cking uncle gubsy
got all these sp-ce koreans tryna gun me
i’m on my way to puerto rico, desp-cito
and i surf up up down down left right on the beat though
black white, black white, black white
dropping oreos on these nillas
f-ck you k!llas, this sh-t wyoming
but i could hardly make it past miami

[hook: fried rice]
hoy minoy vey, soyim!
mother’s pretty g-y, goyim!
do you know the way, broyim?
hoy minoy vey, soyim!
hoy minoy vey, soyim!
mother’s pretty g-y, goyim!
do you know the way, broyim?
hoy minoy vey, soyim!

[verse 2: pridemore]
call it economics we push out anarcho-capital
that’s 4.46% on interest, keep it rational
it’s taxable and practical, a little bit is tangible
when adding up the rates they charge in late so hold your valuables
in place of all the millions of children to joseph kony
we got them all in working and making stuff just for sony
go pull up with the tech and put balance in sk-9
get the guns and get the ships we stealing the zucc drive (yuh!)

[verse 3: fried rice]
my raps are like cocaine bro, they all about that purity
vicious like the muslims, call up homeland security
mining diamonds, shatter blocks, like a f-cking drive-by
i got that papermaker power, deities on standby
father never ‘round, call that sh-t some street cred
pull up with my nut and turn your f-cking team red
rice dissing me, herobrine i don’t condone
now i’ll have you sp-ce koreans take my father off the throne

hidden track: “fitter happier male braixen”

[fried rice]
fitter, happier, male braixen
comfortable fursuit
not nutting too much
regular battles at the gym
three days a week
a p-n-s hidden under all that dark fur
at meme
eating well
no more microwave potions and saturated pokepuff fats
a patient, better braixen
a safer braixen
braixen smiling behind me
hardly sans a s-x drive

[mannie fresh]
bis-xual

[fried rice]
sleeping well
no bad dreams
no paranoia
careful to all pokemon
washing his c-m down the drain
keep in contact with old trainers
enjoy tf p-rn now and then
will frequently check for diseases
no hole in his crotch
favours for favours
wasn’t a trap to begin with
keep moving forward
determining a reason to continue
elaborating on demise of our world
sunday service’s criminal undertones
placebo effects of prescription drugs
-n-l consumption of iced tea
car wash hotboxing
interior redesign
trying to catch a good shiny
opening my legs for braixen
dot dot dot
making contact with ghosts
learning from your ghosts
learning from their ghosts
left in a choice of straight division
pick your poison
mental ability to stray beyond binarical values
shifting backwards between millions of cuils
your own universe
your own paradise
your own escape from reality
fitter, happier, male braixen
please just k!ll me

- fried rice lyrics

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