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hemlock ernst & height keech - young gods lyrics

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[intro]
king kong

[verse 1]
they call me king kong, but its that’s just the way i ram my chest
spit so fast i rip through half a setlight getting napkins wet
and your panties too [?] it runs with stew
slumped up with this girl that sniffs ales, she tastes like barbecue
no sweet tomato paste, is that vanilla lace?
make your mouth water when you’re thinking about that tall order
couple dozen hush pups to keep them dogs at bay
they run up on her like i was just some fool that payed
but i’m a cheaps case save me for a rainy day
she called me yesterday and asked me whеre i’d been, away
an hour later she suckеd me like a [?]
and i’m still hungry walk up with with the munchies hay
breakfast on the balcony, oj with a twist of grey
bottles up reaches for the kid on this is final day
mind’s a suicidal place, overchop the final plate
chopping lines with china grey, ask him if he’d been ok
all he says is “my mistake,” with sad and honest face
packing pounds on but losing muscle tissue every day
muscle grips him like a plague, music only saving grace
p+ssy just at night like, it helps to keep the fear away
got his ghost face on, his great face on
f+ck j songs, ‘cmon you got these kiddies singing along
some kids get caught with the words in the song
this is for those young gods that died getting high and never knew wrong
[chorus]
for those young gods
for those young gods

[verse 2]
the symptom of that ronald mcdonald though
collarbone on a test of [?]
[?] i’m on a[?] roll
spit up half a papa dough eating like papa cho
early like the morning run, latter than dinner show
watch the way the river runs sort of like my poem flows
wisdom is the quest for some, money ain’t’ the question bro
still, labeled a trend setter vendetta
inner city jim sweater, now they say to him better
cold snap like a sugarpea, green apple sheen
and a [?] steam from jacuzzi lean
sweat [?] honey bea
sticky in the seat, picky with defeat
pr+cking my neck
mr. bombastic on the wet, [?] on the cassette
now as soldiers lives for the unwise
undead vibes for you stone minds
when they roam just roam with fine time
have a fine time and fine wine
’till your hair grows like einstein
dreams from the third mind
fine swing sort of like a movie scene
recorded distorted sounded like a groupie’s scream
the way it’s compressed in the dead voice sounds like a vet
but you ain’t heard it before ’cause i’ve been hiding out in the storm
picking up the pieces of yours ’till i find my piece in the floor
heartbeat from the floor boards
fun to get to [?]
chris pocket to daniel dean
masterpiece theater from mr. bean, a young mr. clean
and vapor steam quantum leaping on a scene
sam beckett on a team
end+game fame with no chip code
six cents, i free people
[outro]
those young gods now watch over me



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