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maclib - number 4 lyrics

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number 4 lyrics
+torso
she love the award show
bom bibom bibom bibom bom
bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
the last stragglers
on their head like mad hatters
abstract era, [?] these two backpackers
going crazy, detoxin’ at the nutcrackers
flexible b+tch, she let me f+ck backwards
what matters?
land of the blunt passers
and of the drug dealers
unreal
runnin’ up beef to turn to cornmeal
stand behind a forcefield
raps are unlimited
it’s not definitive
infinite arithmatic

yuh
i’m a victim of the iq
written in a haiku
gettin’ head in high school
i lеft before the final
this thе type of sh+t only sound good on vinyl
prostitute women writin’ letters to the bible
all jewish go through the [?] blockbuster
she want, dope money, do not, trust herbom bibom bibom bibom bom
bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
this is make+believe
stuntin’ in a babyseat
windows down, my mom turn on the [?]
cocaine, a couple laxatives
rollin’ up [?] smokin’+



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