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puke king – dare you sample, cunt lyrics

[verse 1: puke king]
i will w-nk on an amp you will hear me coming, c-nt
give thanks for my hands, feel my fans turning up
cpu being used getting through another tune
seeing me, never you, struggle through another june
i don’t bank on my balance staying stable, nothing does
like these slags turn me down but they turn my albums up
feel, knife point, face to face, waste of sp-ce
f-ck radio play, c-nt, i still hate your face
i wish i could pay for the plays to displace
this sick taste, spitting out but it still f-cking stays
they say i say f-ck too much
ironic cos i don’t really give much of one
i’m a forgetter, yeah, i never gave a f-ck
now the world revolves around me like i weigh too much
like i’m way too much for these rappers to handle
i’ll mangle your t–th with each feet i stand on, c-nt

[verse 2: puke king]
just cos i’m underground they thought they had buried me
but now i’m over clouds they swear that they heard of me
touching sky overwhelmed by my sanity
f-cking right overwhelmed by the hertz in me
i’m meant to be, mentally, f-cked, it’s my specialty
i’m extra sweet at mending me, call this speech therapy
i speak on the best of me, like “why they call me sick” mate?
i k!lled a dozen hits and i only get six plays
uh, yeah, i don’t get it either c-nt
uh, yeah and i ain’t trying to be the one
that b-tches at his hits and then claims he’s the greatest
all i know is sick hits above what his weight is
i’m weighing in while waiting in, an utter f-cking state is sick
i’m saying sh-t plus hating pr-cks, i’m done with all the slavering
save a mix and play it six or seven maybe eight times
b-st-rdise the genre, then later on it ain’t mine?
(that ain’t how it works)

[verse 3: puke king]
all the good tracks go to all the whackest rappers
so i’mma keep mine, sit back and be a b-st-rd
hazard to average fakes man you’re steaming
calling out the freak? watch me raping your remix
tearing out t–th i’m like a dentist with a vengeance
sick of turning my cheek when the other one’s red and
i’m sick of the twists like an m. knight remake
you’re sold so cheap you’re free after rebate
i mean, wait, you caught a deal for distribution?
you couldn’t catch a cold and i’m motherf-cking puke, sick
i’m puking on paper while i’m rapping ten sheets b-tch
your lies are paper thin, you won’t break even
even if you did you’d still be a whack man
sold out before you sold a single f-cking track man
and never mind dope your tracks aren’t half that
you got as much flow as a dried up tap has
wanna talk jokes? nah you don’t wanna do that man
whenever i mention your name you get laughed at
ha, stupid, now who’s the f-cking psycho, c-nt?
you should read my loose leaf, back when i was one like

- puke king lyrics

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