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ska – the wat lyrics

can smell the fumes of my empty tank
barreling down the highway ploting to knock over banks
who the f-ck said your name sk-nk
keep outa my thought bubbles
while i try to m-st-rbate
dope as f-ck go head have an ounce of dust
while i take you on a trip
that trips back on us
to the place that oozes purple p-ssy p-ss
and your looking like you know what the f-ck is up
ska be thinking and blunt ashing
so dont be offended when you ask a question
and i dont reply cause im supa fly
and really high, schemeing how im gonna k!ll this guy
god f-cking dammit
i always got sledge hammers
to break hands and femurs
in the back of a black beamer
tyring to get the truth so i take a couple tooth
and make you eat gl-ss till you finally puke
up what i wanna hear you ratted on my n-gga
“oh my dear”
well now we gonna have a swinging time here
do it old fashion style with a noose and a body
till the 5th one
my ties are getting sloppy
used to cut off ears to get paid in poppy
opium, dopeium
h-ll im selling my soul for lunch
getting brunch with pinkies up
tea and crumpets, sew me up
powdered wings and trench coats
n-ggas think we came to america on dope boats
cause we got packed and some of use got smoked
like rocks from a crack ho
my crystal methods cut with revolution
cause im sick and f-cking tired of the human existance
and im trying to spread the word peacfully, understand?
but once and a while i just gotta k!ll a man
my d-cks sharp but my knifes in it to win it
been in a dryspell for a whole minute, till i hit it
dont scream my name while were f-cking
or else ill go and get a dagger and a bucket
to bleed ya like a stuck pig
i got plenty cops around to cook enough bacon for the kids
acting straight laced you dont know me im laced
with paste, of crushed up molly and lucy with haste
cause id love to get my paste on your face
crocodile heroin, make you feel dead again
c0ke cut with dewormers, glad im just a f-cking burner
acid made of rc’s
ill take the reall stuff please
ya’ll fakers living fake lives
doing fake drugs dont look me in the eye
bunk sh-t in austin, whats this world coming to?
i spent a couple bills and all i got was fake charlie choo
smoking on newports
make my childhood memories hurt
cause i had to make blood squirt
in all directions, leave bad reflections
on my karma
in beruit bakery eating a shwarma
got no money so i keep harm-onzing
on these beats, rapping feats
till i got no more soul to my heated flows
and i can’t rhyme no more

- ska lyrics

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