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madi serket - busta rhymes lyrics

[intro: madi serket]
yeah i’m lookin’ good today
i feel like lil wayne
i’m fresh to death might pass away

[verse 1: madi serket]
i know a twink that’s sellin crack
that boy must think that he ronald reagan
i’m writin all this poetry
but i’m not a pagan
it’s vespertine, don’t got a cd, but i got a vinyl
i’m posted bumpin pinegrove
my heart locked up like sagan
travis scott and bon iver
’cause your girl want me naked
sorry babe, i’m lined with body hair
plus i’m already taken
i’m autistic, my boy’s autistic
we both built like rain man
the rain is pouring, hard to find the opps
i’m yelling “jason!”
me and my partner chillin under the weather
ain’t talkin sickness though i’m the illest
i mean, we wearin’ sweaters
out in the snow, i gotta go, i’m on a roll
f+ck with me and you gon’ see, i got the flow
and i’m and i’m and i’m and i’m
k!llin’ this sh+t, my heart blacker than licorice
your lungs filled up with nic, and p+ss
imma k!ll the rich and eat their corpses
swim in their blood like a vampire porpoise
paint my opp corpse like homestuck trolls
and now their skin is so monochrome
wrote these bars in the bathroom during class
time almost up, i gotta go, i gotta go
[verse 2: doin’ fine]
when i was born they said “brace for f+ggotry”
but that’s a moot point
awww, what, i got you mad at me?
i’m a rude boy
what i’m pourin’ came from the caribbean
with a few joints
i spit raw, takin’ casualties
make him my chew toy
b+tch, it’s vriska and it’s serket
i get on the beat i murk it
chef that sh+t like curtis
teriyaki lamb and i don’t burn it
i went on tour with all my guys
i treat it like a touring circuit
you go on tour with all your clowns
it look like a touring circus, okay
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
okay, okay, okay, okay
b+tch, i’m really gourmet
serve my verse to bourdain
and dessert is my neck sh+t on sorbet
pour imported bernet
i think this sh+t from the 40’s
but not pourin’ 40’s
all these rappers claiming crash sh+t
boy, i’m an all star, i make a smash hit
you say you have the receipts, did you attach it?
’cause i don’t see sh+t, i think you an actress
i think you are not me (huh)
uh, uh, uh
shawty look like ice spice with that duh duh duh
b+tch i’m really down with the ooh, wah, ah, ah
but i dress like jihyo, ooh, ah, ah, ah
motherf+cker
c+nt

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