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flushing scotch – american dream lyrics

[intro]
je suis monsieur antichrist
burn down your barn, and steal all your pottery, b-tch

flushing scotch (yeah, motherf-cker)
the f-ckin’ cough syrup coyote
steady checks, checks, checks
[verse 1]
oh my god, it’s that acid blotter tab
cough syrup by the f-ckin’ bottle have
no pulse, overdose on loritab
shakin’, foamin’ from the mouth
river phoenix, hit the town
did someone call doctor doalota drugs?
black heart, even blacker pair of lungs
i speak in tongues on lsd (right, right, right)
i make the b-tch my main squeeze (right)
i c-ck it back, and turn her face to swiss cheese (wrong)
i’m a mystery, a white airhead
c-ck around the clock, rabbit 24/7 karat
f-cked up, flirtin’ with the virgin mary (bl–dy mary)
we poppin’ bottles, then i pop the b-tch’s cherry
je ne suis pas charlie
and you be speakin’ like the boshe if not for my country
the biggest stomachs, and the biggest army
f-ck that sh-t; right now we’re hungry
eyein’ all of them dinosaur bones
dyin’ when we throwin’ dynamite in your home
no more laughin’ little froggy when we kill your tadpoles
burn the louvre just to prove you don’t f-ck with the throne

[bridge 1]
f-ck everyone; download everything
torrent all your sh-t, then i’m f-ckin’ sharin’ it
got a drive with your lifework that i’m carryin’
i’ll take what’s not mine, b-tch, i’m an american
b-tch, i’m an american
b-tch, i’m an american
b-tch, i’m an american
b-tch, i’m an american
america

consider your debt paid off
when i cut your f-ckin’ head straight off
b-tch, i’m the american dream

[verse 2]
you got a problem, b-tch i’ll f-ckin’ solvent
rap game turpentine (rap game kill the queen)
certain when these fingers get wrapped around your neck
and they be serpentine
i swear to f-ck they will be hurtin’ then
i’m servin’ fiends, jinx on me
i motherf-ckin’ killed it, robert durst the scene
i’m burstin’ in, shirt—no sleeves
i f-ckin’ kill ‘em all, put ‘em in the he-rs- and leave
yeah, it’s the vanilla face killer
mercy me
stickin’ d-ck in b-tch where she sh-ts
and we fillin’ her up till ain’t no more of us fit
yeah, bath saltw-ter florida boy
make you bleed
shovin’ my fist, and i’m wearin’ that b-tch
like a motherf-ckin’ puppet movin’ her lips
i’m on lorimer on loritab
loiterin’ outside before i start lurin’ her -ss
in with ralph lauren tags
then it’s off with her -ss

[bridge 2]
off with her -ss, on with the mask
breakin’ her back, takin’ her -ss back home to the bone zone
off with her -ss, on with the mask
breakin’ her back, takin’ her -ss back home to kill

[outro]
b-tch
oh my f-ckin’ god
to the kings in their kingdoms
the queen in her f-ckin’ palace
and all the hypocrites up in them f-ckin’ churches
f-ck your god
all praise to allāh‎ scotch
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
all praise to allāh‎ scotch
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
all praise to allāh‎ scotch

f-ck you

- flushing scotch lyrics

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