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scorpinox - the hole' lyrics

verse 1:
tribulations
means
pain and
suffering
imaginations
suffering operations
seperations of
legs
-sses clapping
legs slapping
weed being burned
-sses smacking
making em wet
stomach fully
turned
the lochness monster
plesiosaurus wrapped
around my c-ck
while i rapped
about my c-ck
thick long stock
got a rifle barrel
pointed at you
got a barrel of monkeys
all on fire
in canada
flags
wave trump is
looking for hire
higher than
a kite get into
a fight

hook:
with another
dope fiend
my trees rolled
up got reality
in a rolla
cause imma
dope fiend
in this dope fiend
world smoking reality
in a rock
lost every girl
i ever cared about
or knew about
in this dope fiend
world x2

verse 2:
used to live
in poco
by pitt river road’
got holes
in my pockets
looking for
a job
used too
wanna
rob
needed cash
thought about
being a mobster
s-x came too
thought didn’t
wanna bother
being shot
thought about
my kid and started
too value what
life really is
got honey
on her
p-ssy
going
buzzy
like a
f-cking
bee
man im a
monster
when it
c-m down
to womans
cream
cheese ask
my girl
she’ll tell
you the
same except
when
boys d-ck
go limp
feel fresh
out the frying
pan im a
shrimp
feeling crazy
af while
i pimp
all these hoes
in the rap
game no
not woman
talking about
unfulfilling rappers
like vic mensa
saying f-ck
soundclound
outkasts
f-ck clown
outkasts who
stole og macos
look too
f-ck any rapper
who dont
support underdogs
trying to raise up
true
got offended by your
sh-t man
i started to brew
drinking smirnoff
ice and tossing
dice while
smoking money
and drinking
sour p-ssy
orange fanta
call me king o
kanta
smashing all
cars with bars
cause i got
no
license
no
advice ands
got dat
ithaca pump
pistol grip
shooting out
the whip’

hook:
with another
dope fiend
my trees rolled
up got reality
in a roll
cause imma
dope fiend
in this dope fiend
world smoking reality
in a rock
lost every girl
i ever cared
or knew about
in this dope fiend
world x2

verse 3:
final verse
no rehe-rs-
speaking ill
words
mocking all
the birds
hanging
pocompton
signs upon
my city
lots a kitties
without the
cats
tons of rats
with no
fat stacks
skateboards
and drugs
lying on the road
man so many
people gonna die
slow bust a flow
no one know
so col
call it cola
coca
with a tiger
imprinted
on top of
it tiger
balm on
my sweatypalms
looking too
keep warm
walking down to
the terry fox
library all
alone at night
won’t sargent blackberry
take away my
ice way too many
woman out here
way too nice
they flunted
and
shake junted
my friend
david
i became a father
hoped not for
a daughter or i
would’ve bought a
choppa
too shoot at
her followers
pull out the blunt roll
it up, pour up some
sour puss in a cup
raspberry flavor
smoking weed is aight
but braggadocio bout
drugs is like
bragging bout beating
your wife
popularizing illegal
and illicit
over explicit and real
from what too
expect too much
going on
drugs should
remain prescript
yeee!

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