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jet thuman - critical (masskilling) lyrics

[verse 1]
here we go. deep breaths, let ‘em last
exhale. get up fast. cheap rest, out the do’h
inhale. get to cl-ss, cheat tests, courses p-ssed
burn ls. bell rings, streets next
smoke rings we blow. outta cash
retail. five fingers find things fine
you know, split fast. me gets mine
“why?” they ask. we tell:
fixed on the mind but p-ssed them details
asking, “how can one be so gone?”

[hook]
you know what i’m on. same sh-t, different week:
f-ck a b-tch, or jerk off, write a song, go to sleep
wake up, burn a j, jack a beer, skate ruff
same day, different year: start a brawl, act tuff
dgaf who cares? same month, different planet:
what? you thought intelligence with life could withstand it?

[verse 2]
animated greatly. manic; living wakko wishes
raised so vicious; never planned it. wash them dishes
understand it. treat a b-tch like a turret;
don’t be surprised when i man it
energized bunny bandit hopping on hips, between thighs
on demand since these chicks realized
if you give a f-ck, then you might get a prize
someone blows up, someone loses their life:
she chases dreams. he’ll get a wife
we rape the scene, f-ck the game with a knife
play insane, rip the seams, creep at night
shame lois lanes (clark can’t beat her right)
it’s all in the t–th. you can’t eat her wrong

[hook]

[verse 3]
going hard like granite. make the folks go, “dammit
what’s the deal with these kids? is it s-x? should we ban it?”
if the d-ck she’s sucking fits did the puzzle come damaged?
survey that. and the survey says, “black and white hats
ain’t much without head. give into the l-st; get into a bed.”
made to penetrate. must climax long

[verse 4]
busy building the bazaar cuz your gramps ran it
trade encounters at the swapmeet; it gets handed
who plays jaffar, the genie, and aladdin?
bouncing stage left to get some abu from jasmine
no creeds; only -ss-ssins. go green; high fashion
it’s greed; stop asking. who needs to buy it?
who wants to tax it? who’s gonna sell it?
where’s all the action? they tryna burn it all
and they ain’t even matching. pics packing–
well, soon, death willing. if i put the light to this l, who’s the villain?
couple more feet at the beach; we’ll be chillin’
best ice age yet. ain’t that cold. no kidding
new chief, same ways. no gold, new children
go dumb, stay faded. keep f-cking, keep building
no sp-ce, can’t move. get down, start diggin’
hit core, flood race. critical m-ss k!lling

- jet thuman lyrics

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