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mareko - oh shit lyrics

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oh sh-t
oh sh-t
oh sh-t

ayo i’m sipping on some cognac
with a baseball hat to match the throwbacks
and when you see me fall back or bounce splat
hold that, stop procrastinating n-gga and roll that

get the waste basket crackin out
get the c-ck outta your -ss
and snap outta that f-gets spell
the industry got you under
believe in the hype, then you wonder

why the singles hot but the lp sucks
now your like “d-mn i shoulda got beatnuts”
guaranteed satisfaction
every track is programmed to bounce -sses
across the global you can hear my vocal

echo over the mountains like a yodel
it’s big phsyc straight from the kartel
with more flavors than carvel
i’m able to fill tall buildings to the capacity
and pack guns like butch c-ssidy

open fire rapidly and rob banks
then change my looks shave my face
now i’m tom hanks
a cast away any body getting away
i’m a blast away and end the f-ckin masquerade

deceptikons, beatnuts make ’em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t
from new york to south aucks make ’em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t

deceptions, beatnuts make em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t
from new york to south aucks make em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t

it’s finally on yeah we at it again
back ’cause these whack rappers
are fulla more sh-t than a catheter is
and drinking games are my national rap

plus you dogs are throwing up w’s those are capital m’s
(mareko side)
mareko dropping lines like a fisherman
you’d swear my pads are possessed
by the mind of spike milligan

bad jelly and withes and sh-t
i’d eat a watermelon and shoot your crew up with the pips
my syllabus is definitely hands on
mareko beats nuts you cats just jack off
(f-ckin’ jack offs)

i stand my ground like i’m standing out your building
chillin’ with a group of chubby samoan children
oh sh-t, yeah this is that dope sh-t
that parents just tell your kids to just say no sh-t

and if your doubting these lines
then you crazy cats must’ve lost
the plot like a clumsy screen writer

the cordless mic sn-tcher creep stalking your fortress
from out of orbit so knowing this proceed with pure caution
musical m-ssacre elimination k!lled many
now i’m mourning the dead white sunday in new york city

kiwi civilians with weapons causing m-ss concussion
microphone check check explosive dialect
oh sh-t this is definitely that hot sh-t
from another planet that typical ufo sh-t

a tongue and horse man galloping on a stallion
brushing aside beef like a serious vegetarian
devolo my names stuck on you like a tattoo
a permanent impression engraved on you whack -ss fools

deceptikons, beatnuts make ’em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t
from new york to south aucks make ’em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t

deceptions, beatnuts make em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t
from new york to south aucks make em say
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, oh sh-t

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