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mc algorhythm - bram stoker's lasagna lyrics

bram stoker’s lasagna lyrics
intro:
yo, difference is try to navigate the treacherous and make nuff papes. you know who i’m sayin’?

verse 1:
when you doing sir, i wanna do, sir? we’re out of line, sir
play my music for all my women friends, i’m in her
you got that wet, wet, got that blow like that coltrane
let me ask: do you like? uh, huh, but that’s a mafia thing
show no grief to pretend when i soiled my shorts
fading motherf+ckers like it raw with the dead horse
i don seen dark days come to a higher force
on to the king, yeah, king of the dead horse
look at mikey, i think i could warn my man john landis
but you may be your own time, leave me be candid
i gotta keep moving, and you fing ta vanish
when gang+banging making me constantly wanna panic
on the horror show, a mental hospital with a full swinger
i fade you, blow you with the trigger
so now i face the double+edged swords starts to figure
over possessions like an r&b singer

hook:
i kick it root down, i put that on everything
now on with the king, yeah, the king
talk too motherf+cking much, i got a bad thing?
all i know is that really such a bad thing?
i kick it root down, i put that on everything
now on with the king, yeah, the king
talk too motherf+cking much, i got a bad thing?
all i know is that really such a bad thing?
verse 2:
compare the god no more room in the club then
sometimes i don’t know how hip is this some grown men
with all these b+tches don’t never be marshall again
it’s 10 pm, where your hands in the bullpen
heard me john blazing, see me in the twilight
i see these dudes tryna figure out it’s alright
i’m hot as asphalt, my b+tch got a hot b+ttered de pop
the message resembled, brenda’s got a couple in ya m+ffin top
dropping down lead but i never beg for p+ssy like cervical cancer
and let these thoughts contain the right answer
all that sh+t you carry i got your favorite stouffer’s, lasagna
that’s how much was the sh+t that i twist like odwalla
b+tch, i been gunning, coming for the throne i sit upon
hardcore, but giving you more and i will call you gone
i keep it hardcore like you never seen a mexicano’s d+ck before
but now those days are gray like poupon

hook:
i kick it root down, i put that on everything
now on with the king, yeah, the king
talk too motherf+cking much, i got a bad thing?
all i know is that really such a bad thing?
i kick it root down, i put that on everything
now on with the king, yeah, the king
talk too motherf+cking much, i got a bad thing?
all i know is that really such a bad thing?
verse 3:
but i’m going to the top but you not dwamn!!!
yo, shut the f+ck up!!
it could be your hypersp+ce so uh, this ones for the motor
cause sometimes that stupid sh+t is just like bram stoker
tired of makin girls fall out with a strange fragrance
cause being trill is an everyday basis
i’m fresh to death, it’s deadlier than some asbestos
cause people say that they tell me it’s painless
guess if i end up fading you f+cks just like a west coast party, everybody get your knees dirty
now honeys play me as i gently rest my head feel gnarly, making it rain on your knees dirty
tabasco, the late show flow to make a mockery of what i represent properly, this hot sh+t is bram stoker
my life’s riding on the love, murder, money, and i watch the birdie, in return, they didn’t tame her

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