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jaefkae - sideshow bob lyrics

praying to the river i ask for my sliver
not a creator receive what i’m given
i’m hotter than gifford or popping the pot wit some gizzards
you speak gibberish cuz you gobble giblets so why the f+ck you on my diznick i dare sneak a glance

peep how they moving advanced
firеarm strong yeah my forearm like lancе when i spin cycle it’s like a disciple wish i could follow my fam
sent to the crossroad condemned
anger i’m all holding in, i don’t brush sh+t off i broad stroke and breast stroke i swim, esophagus hot with the phlegm cuz i’m ardent about it my artistry boundless imposter impossible can’t comprehend what you talking it’s patois the whites the colloquialists
colonialism+all in a prism
i f+ck around throw kamala in prison is how y’all be sounding especially foul, cuz you know they invalid

running yo mouth but you kno you ain’t bout it
my chopper jewish passover
the crowd it push daisies daffodils magnolia flowers
don’t pay me after spill i won’t even count it
im pterodactyl
sk!lled to float in the balance

y’all wasn’t spitting before me i’m kidding fasho i just do it efficient
i never been cool with the police my melanin show when i fight with my fists
yemaya my mami like wata i know where to go cuz she all in my visions
and just like ha my honesty yawning, y’all might not need me to be so vociferous
sick of pretending i’m cool
really i feel like smacking the f+ck up outta you
make me feel used, talking like irritable
get rid of who? that’s a good riddle
you don’t got seniority silent majority, can it chef boyardee, huh
shorty we do not play fair we play dirty and soily, so i be poised them boys be

all on my block with they cameras out, blue lives don’t matter i’ll fan you out
fn the phantom now, uh
and i’m phenomenal you cannot stamp me get passed like a hand me down, uh
shoutout to aj next to me in jammies we do this sh+t early morning we camping out
and if it’s nippy we leave the scene quick up that bl!ck it get sitchy no witness it’s fishy like bacalao
come while you backing out, driveway the scene yellow tape and lights flashing they thought it’s march madness put you in them brackets fresh casket when it come to chopping them chumps i’m the champion shorty that chip on yo shoulder get blown out proportion now you trynna damage control

i make it legallllll, i made it for legal for y’all
i’m a big eaglee, boa ain’t no equal to y’all
ain’t no sequel, i spray that perfume at y’all
we barely evil, but if it’s eshu’s involved

- jaefkae lyrics

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