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nemesiidae - until i fucking die lyrics

i’m toxic, i talk sick
so listen up when i’m addressin all artists
metros-xuals, put on your best clothes
get your f-ckin dessert before it gets cold
you got a flow of emotions, put a tampon in it
i want a presence on the show, not a phantom in it
i’m not in this to win fans in minutes
opinions don’t matter so your m-ss is limited
haters suck harder than a b-tch with no gag reflex
tryna hop on my d-ck when i put the brats to rest
quit the foreplay this an orgy i’m your forefather
i’m hung like christ, this golgatha n i’m startin to feel like others are
my stunt doubles, i stunt doubles
i stunt growth, til all y’all are rough stubble
my style wild, so f-ck critics
makin hip music, so f-ck with it
haters are braindead, n suck whip-its
my hand is your -ss like the muppets did
tryna enter the minds of suffragettes
n club b-tches, women usually the topic
of all my gruelin intoxicated
i’m not just a rapper cat, put me in a box i’ll hate it
i’m a caffeinated alley cat
rep where the gr-ssy valley at, it’s all blue gr-ss
but the gr-ss is greener
hip hop’s dead, they claim
they’ve obviously never seen
a wigger hyped on caffeine, so be patient
this is rapsturbation
been called an -ssh0l-
yeah right, i’m far from it, there’s a star comin
don’t waste confetti cause i’ll blow up
people eager to slice, n0body wants the whole cut
i’m a monetos-xual, call me donald trump
multis and metas, be makin colby and feta
i got hybrid energy, i’m an enemy
of any motherf-cker tryna pressure me
hide ya kids, hide ya wife, hide necessities
i’m all for actin calm but i got hyde tendencies
i choke out a rhyme scheme, like why let it breathe?
tread all f-ckin over it like when i’m bike pedaling
beatin a dead horse, put to sleep, my mic’s ketamine
love’s a toll, wait six more years til i’m seventy

i was all pound and grind, but i found time
to style on the mic like calvin klein
creative talent, tryna create a balance
between personal issues and mad f-ckin rhymes
i’m vibrant, i find my siphon
high violence, sci-fi in might and
droppin verses h-lla weak, so don’t blame a spider
when i say the rap game is a p-ssy and i just came inside her

- nemesiidae lyrics

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