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selfmxdebless - amazing inelegance lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
haze

[verse]
testing like a f+ckin’ quiz, i’m bout to break your f+ckin’ biz’ (uh+huh)
this the type of sh+t that makes you wanna slap a b+tch (yeah)
and tell those wh0re+y c+nts to suck my nuts while their knees gettin’ sore (sore, n+gga)
break into your f+ckin’ house, have a chainsaw to your nose (yeah)
who the f+ck are these n+ggas? all i see is f+ckin’ clones
roamin’ around like some roaches, gettin’ bogus, havin’ no bonus
b+tch, i turn a p+ssy to a f+cking disabled b+tch
have him swarm his arms around like he looking for a bagel, b+tch
this lil’ n+gga is unable to join our site (uh+huh)
don’t you step closer to me, n+gga, i will f+ckin’ bite
and snap your neck until it’s bleedin’ on sight
k!ll your f+ckin’ animal, rеst in h+ll, f+ckin’ dyk+
i’m in the f+ckin’ booth, tеaring up like a cat on a couch
b+tch, i’ll chine ya’, got the f+ckin’ bats in my mouth (ding+dong)
with the d+mn saliva, swarm around in this b+tch like a mouse (huh)
give a f+ck if your b+tch’s dead, n+gga, i’ll tear off her blouse
easy bread, can’t be fed, i’ma open up your crib then kick you out (uh+huh)
and throw a f+ckin’ blender at your face when you walkin’ out (yeah)
breathe in and out, n+gga, i’m close to you now
so i can stab those f+cking lips if you wanna get loud
f+ggots like kris tyson watchin’ dr. disrespect in alignment
they’ll f+ck around and get dan schneider to pass their assignments
just bought a f+ckin’ d+ld+ for your p+ssy, sell your body and shut the f+ck up
and have all these f+ckin’ uncles cum tribute to your plastic ass b+tt
call me evil, well, f+ck it, i’m already half demon
you crazy ass f+gs had me bleedin’
got me trouble sleepin’, maybe i’m just insane, am i reaching? (uh+huh)
or is it just these thoughts that be in my mind creeping?
anyways, f+ck everyone on this planet, no love i can hand it (no love)
everyone that hears me can suck my skully d+ck and ham it
you know what? f+ck you, and f+ck those people in your family
and f+ck your dirty ass mother, i’m livin’ when she cannot be (smoking on her)
just, shut the f+ck up, (sh+t, b+tch) old ass f+cking f+ggot (hoe)
[part ii]

[intro]
“all we have is three suspects flying scars over their faces”
(laughter)

[verse]
can’t be f+ckin’ with these creatures on the videos, n+gga (uh+huh)
break your t++th and they will fall out, have a cheerio, n+gga (yuh)
touch a p+ssy+ass beat then i’m gon’ keep it slow, n+gga (uh+huh)
why the f+ck this b+tch be loud? she really be a hoe, n+gga (what?)
now i feel like chris brown how i just beat that hoe, n+gga
tickle your belly b+tton, yes, i feel that hole, n+gga (uh+huh)
see that lint inside your p+ssy, you need bleach and soap, n+gga (what?)
go and f+ck someone’s daughter infront of the police, lil’ n+gga
i’ma swing my f+ckin’ d+ck just like a drake leak, n+gga
luckily, i’m a minor on this great beat, n+gga (a minor)
take a n+gga’s f+ckin’ soul, you know he’ll pray me, n+gga (uh+huh)
shoot at you just like you trump doin’ that same speech, n+gga (yeah)
don’t be sayin’ i need to talk, b+tch, all i do is scream, n+gga (what?)
these vocals are like full clips, your class is empty, n+gga
with that red beam, n+gga, i be sprayin’ cream, n+gga
i don’t need your words, boo, you a f+ckin’ jigga (you jiggaboo)
you a f+ckin’ monkey, eat that p+ss’ ass chicken for dinner
how i got these f+ckin’ crackers referrin’ me as a winner
target at me for sinnin’, everyone’s a sinner (yuh)
just like you smokin’ dope and be off that liquor
oh, what’s the plan? n+gga, f+ck my plans (ugh, huh)
i ain’t need nothing else, turn everything to sand
can filled up with beer, you n+ggas tastin’ that bland sh+t (yuh)
sfb, we f+ck every men and women, we landin’
best believe, i’m a villain, k!llin’ rabbits in this room (yuh)
that n+gga is a f+ggot how he actin’ like a coon
meanwhile, i’m f+cking my f+ggots ’til the day i’m passin’ through
ginger is backwards “n+gga”, so redheads are blacker too (you black b+tch)
[chorus]
i got a cigarette, amazing inelegance (hold on, yuh)
fat b+tch weighs more pounds than an elephant
catchin’ all of you c+nts just like a british man
stabbin’ like london, these blades be sittin’ in
i got a cigarette, amazing inelegance
fat b+tch weighs more pounds than an elephant
catchin’ all of you c+nts just like a british man
stabbin’ like london, these blades be sittin’ in (ah)

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