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oneson clang - maxamilian lyrics

[intro]
yo……
yeah, yo
yeah

[verse 1]
please don’t call me max a million, brad a billion
trav a trillion, or quintin quadrillion don’t fill me in
like sicilian calzone ingredients i’m not with the
minion ophidians yet i still deliver venom [interminis?]
whenever it’s in your system it gets perilous
error messages sent to your residence i feel like i’m error+less
not fitting between time measurements
with each rhyme’s better than the last sixteen line+
[nеxt sentences?] (uh)
this is my gеnesis but i still question this
how can i tell you the shredded+ness what my profession is
can’t show you what direction i’m headed in
holding a s+xtant embedded with a circle that i penciled in
alias adventuring, spitting fizz and simmering bubbling liquid
that resembles what you drop your dentures in
if i was corny i’d say i’m flyer than an (uh)
but i glide like a messerschmitt, fire let it rip
rhyme tethering, vibe veteran, petrified specimen
sent from a time when tyrant lizards had fine feathering (uh)
this is handcrafted sign lettering
and bet it ain’t a chain driven bike what i’m peddling (uh)
bet it ain’t a chain driven bike what i’m peddling
[verse 2]
flaming headers like nostalgia funny flops hitting bunny flops
bust like [dunny opps?] raising ceilings like sunny tops
i don’t need to rap, i got several different money crops
i could open twenty shops and still drop muddy bops
real pop, honey schnapps on the rocks up in yacht clubs
[where?] buddies all buzzed having nutty talks
i’ma +++ spring into action like buggy shocks
when you plug the aux cord in i become an [ox/aux?]
i trip the square, then fly out of my personage i+
rip and tear till i find out what my purpose is i+
give no care if i sign out of this earth a bit to+
get my share of divine style then surface quick
my mind state is an oasis
a prosaic, mosaic no way its lesser than a lucrative lucid location
i’m bodacious, an alpha in a beta body
invade the party take bacardi never say i’m sorry
[?] suckin’ air like twin turbos on [?] ferraris
i’m crazy gnarly yet i’m shorter than the [?]
couldn’t touch alias with a meter stick
doesn’t take a g+nius to see i’m sick
go eat a d+ck like a freaky chick you piece of sh+t

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