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runoosh - freestyle rap dansala (part 2 of 4) lyrics

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it’s 2 in the afternoon in the gloom and i pulled in the crew into prove that i’m brewing up
got friends calling me telling me the f-ck you doing just drop a boeing like they blew in ukraine they ain’t got no clue on what’s moving through your head of a sewer start scooping up
gave mother a gun told her to use it on me if i get cuckoo enough
i do insert my 22 incher
pinch up you’re losing lucid duh
let the land mines bloom in the
plexi floors cold like westeros with two winters
last night was a blur i remember nothing i’m duminda
i ain’t new into doing this i’m brooding but too minted
i’m spinning lapse with this leak of rap
get you sicker than a pack of cigarettes
i pick an axe to clean the wax
out the booth because lincoln’s back
your visions sag like your wrinkled tat
pick a shaft for you sycophants
crickets clap wickets cemented fended with aravinda’s bat
when your purpose of existence is being offended by dimwit cr-p
i deliver lyrical thinking caps
quicker than pre-c-m whip your rack
you’re sipping forbidden liquid app-le
girl do you want some d-ck with that?
when i spit i’m ripping ligaments
you are sick for six months
i split enigmas
like a trip with sigmund
little step for p-ss-ants
but a leap of wisdom
first i’ll let my flag wave in the big blonde moon
then i’ll let my sack wave in your chicks round moon
(houston we got a problem)
this ain’t fondue ain’t varnished the emblem ain’t entwined with embalm
i’ve dimmed down so you chimpunz quick sing some tune
i spin rhymes in impromptu quick come zoom
i will be the nuking/new king/new kin they call it kim jung un
with a s-xy haircut -only second to his, but with spare parts
i’m tsunami at the airport
defragmenting stuck up c-nts taking out freaking tampons
come zoom
i’m not the type of dude who would unzip my pants for every d-mn c-nt with a pulse, dude
i’ll do that for any girl without a pulse too
he’s a pig!, yes baby and you got whine flu
nothing you said was deep cuz you are just a broad boo
i’m sitting to cross you
like a three legged bar stool
dire, flyer than a nazgul
i’m painting a picture by hitler who went to art school
from an alternate universe
where the world ain’t so ludicrous
still filled with booties including br–sts
cuz too many believe in 2d-hism in a 3d polluted mess
you depressed in unison but if you differ then you are loony son, to the press
i’m through dissing my mood is “in” we are hungry but i’m a budapest

my bars stick up like an alcatraz with a swastika you could try stick a prosthetic br-ss flask sip it
palms pivot and he drowns it in the hospital
cuz you c-nts must missed have milking on your mom’s nipple
can’t resist congresses nurse -ssists narcissists you are nauseous cuz months have been gone i’m just constipi-ate but no god sh-t is not given
ma f-ck a m-ss appeal
i supply m-ss hickies
tickle tonsils up while i taunt till it’s dawn cuz i sp-wned to respond to you pons in this ponzi scheme
p-wns will get p-wned like a p-rno with bondages
just get anshi to f-cking answer this
cuz it’s darn simple but your pom poms and your round buns and your blunt bums
up in campuses can’t count p-ssies
will you blondes with compliance hit a blunt cuz your brown tushies bounce down cuz you’re blind to sh-t
i bomb hippies no accomplices
i’m possessed arm-pitches emphasis- dharma is minds essence
swarm because ghandi’s in
but my riot rhymes fire faster than trump b-tches
i’m wishing f-ck an auspicious time i promise my prime is here put up your f-cking alms for an arms giving
get your -rs- kicked up till your scars hiccup with guitars, speakers till your stars morph to an asterisk
cuz you’ve crossed with giraffes cuz you are not speaking awe stricken v-g-n-s dehydrated fly as an ostrich is
cuz my c-cks chicken to a broad up abroad and my tongue up her bra cuz its bratwurst she processing
tail and two t-tties with my charles d-ckens
come on l!ck up on this big hip-popsicle
hickory d-ck-gospel ling
cuz it’s f-cking ratti and apostles
cash in your 10 cents
blast in your senses
get clapping to-
spectacular
rectangular
tic tac h-lla
spit festival
sit back while i kick facts within
inspire thought i’m here to inception it
it spread like her legs
i digress again

- runoosh lyrics

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