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omar sungar - test me lyrics

hey world, i came to get f-cked up
life is rushing, i ain’t get enough nuts
yet, if she a b-tch then it’s tough luck
chill-out, i’m just saying like i once was
i’d rather catch a plane than a bus but i can’t
so i guess i’m just gonna rock on my skateboard
i’d rather have a name than a job but i do
so that sh-t could be a reason you hate for, i got eight more
i’ma tell you one for fun, your girl got a dumb b-tt
one day she was eyeing me, that was in biology
honestly i was trying to go to lunch but
she said she had a plan, pulled out my d-ck and started blowing
guess i’m the man, pipe in her mouth a microscope in one of her hands
she told me she don’t swallow and i said i understand
sh-t went down, time went by
and this a true story man i swear i wouldn’t lie
around the same time we were watching bill nye
she was studying her -ss off wouldn’t say “hi”
head in the textbook wouldn’t say why
what the f-ck is wrong with her, look into her eyes
she said, “lets f-ck”, i said “what’s up?”
she said one thing, “we’re gonna need another guy.”
i’m thinking she was high, told her i ain’t on that sh-t
she said “yeah? but the other you is i’ll prove it.”
i looked at her she had me feeling clueless, i knew it
something was shady by the way she acted when she blew it
she said, “no, you don’t get it stupid? you want brunch?”
i said “what?” she had to be in love
because i ain’t even know she kept my dna until i met my clone
and me and myself trained on the lunch-truck
f-ck! f-ck! run the trap
heard a lot of stories ain’t none of f-ck with that
f-ck with this? b-tch i’m a psychopath
to keep it a hunnit man i don’t even f-ck with rap
but i’ma keep spitting till i leave dripping adrenaline
don’t f-cking mosh yet, let me get in the middle
i’m just a f-cking project up in the hospital
that went wrong, god ‘ill be begging a little to get on
i don’t really f-ck with laws, f-ck cops
take me to who the f-cks in charge
you f-ck with them? it ain’t like i don’t f-ck with y’all
man, i just couldn’t pick a side
so it’s f-ck you all, i’m a no side rider
ride for my f-cking self, y’all programs
de-signed for my other self, nineteen but my mind is one hundred twelve
and you ain’t i, guess your minds on a f-cking shelf
guess i’m deranged, they saying i’m insane now
they saying that we all sick they ain’t saying how
maybe they waiting on it seeing how it plays out
f-ck it i’ma say it all, better let it play loud
before they shut me up, see ya
call the cops man i need to re-up, we up
next if you with me if you not then it’s me up
stood up from the table i ain’t trying to pull a seat up
f-ck the game, f-ck the fame
bunch of motherf-ckers trying to corrupt the name
i hope the world keeps spinning and the girls keep living
this is what it comes to when it’s up to lames
flip it all, get a broad and hit her raw
you gotta quit it before they give you a minute off
ain’t got a limit to how i think it or spit it
get rid of you motherf-ckers who saying i shouldn’t get involved
i’m already in it, made a little money but i already spent it
ain’t save sh-t but my thoughts and my heartbeat are
we finished because i gotta go and get it
i’ve been in it for a minute, time to get the f-ck out
time ain’t real how the f-ck am i gonna run out
i ain’t got a deal because i keep sh-t real
get k!lled in the field, i ain’t chilling in the dugout
so i got them saying “what now?” or “what’s next? is this a test?”
yeah it’s a test man enough tests because i’m already past
living in the future, used to have dreams now a n-gga feeling lucid
i’m boosted up, so loosen up or tone it down
i know you mad because we on it now
what am i on? listen to the kinda sh-t i put in my song
get them up out of here when i tell them my thoughts
tell them i’m gone, and i ain’t coming back til we all on the lawn
of the white house, when it’s light out you a p-wn in a knights house
f-ck a nice house and a car if you still fraud
i’ll murder you all with a hundred
and running i’m gunning for whatever motherf-cker stepping in front of it
get a grip or get in a ditch, it’s all life and death so hit or miss
but never hit a miss
because i’m a virus, i’m timeless
you can’t see unless your third eye is wireless
i’m running laps around you on the track, i’m on fire b-tch
even you doubt putting me out, less you lying
i’m a lion with a ak strapped to my back
trying to tell you to chill but you don’t wanna relax
you wanna be bad, you wanna get it jumping
and i’m hungry as the government for money in the war in iraq
so f-ck around and get ate up
bout to see what all of you made of
and still ain’t got enough on my plate bruh
i mean i guess i kinda do, but it’s a f-cking lot to you
but on the real, i’m having fun evading you fake f-cks
so break up with your fake lover, take cover
no love for you if you hate mothers
i should do one of you favors, give you eight brothers
been at war with my neighbors and it ain’t settle
sp-ce shuttles ain’t sh-t, i’m fly
i wish you’d just get off my d-ck and die
and i ain’t need school man i skip devry
so mystify the mischief and kiss the sky
peep the neurolinguistics to trick your mind
and get behind the wheel or get driven to h-ll
you claim that ain’t your seat but you sit in it well
and me i’d rather be dead than to live in a cell
but my living is well
so go ahead and tell your boss f-ck you
or switch context and you f-cked too
what it comes down to is all words that describe feelings but who the f-ck are those up to
if it’s up to me then i’m free to do whatever i want
whenever i f-cking please
i’m a beast on these beats at least
so either way it’s the end of the bullsh-t
rest in peace

- omar sungar lyrics

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