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slenda - role model (remix) lyrics

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[slenda]

i’m a sick twisted f-ck
see me coming’ better duck
sticking’ paper clips in hostages
faster than the honda is

came equipped bandages
slenda finna handle this
inhale this cannabis
battle ship the atlas

nuke the f-ckin’ planet b-tch
vaporize the skeletons
i hate ya f-ckin’ happiness
why else would i be writing this

stupid sh-t in a rhyme
the kid can barely tie his shoes
wearing sandals all the time
liver rotten from the booze

drunk forgotten
what’s my f-ckin’ name
starts with something’
similar to pain

ay it’s slenda
pale white easily mistaken
for just another basic rapper
caught up in the matrix

cop a pound lace it
break it down then face it
liquor don’t be chasing’ it
wasted in my bas-m-nt

tipsy in the cellar
helen keller couldn’t hide
yo i double hit the cyanide
a bunch a f-ckin’ times

guess who’s still alive i
spitting’ ‘n kicking’
everybody finna die my
pistol is itching’

not a lie bye bye
sayonara the children
eyes dry so high why
of course i’m a villain

blood and guts i be spilling’
my sk!ll is way above y’all
look at the music i’m dropping’
man that’s a h-ll of a fall

but i got epic on call
the muf-cka is tall
brought up slenda by himself
taught a brother how to ball

buzzing’ like a bumble bee
climbing’ up the money tree
funny how the currency done
rained upon us humbly

i’m honored b-tch i really am
robotic like will i am
no slumber insomniac
cashing’ out recycled cans

r-t-rded fans
they never like my statuses
so i’m logging’ out the book
making’ me look bad again

right back in the lab again
jm brought a package in
spray ’em with the mac ‘n
flip a charge into an accident

bring it back to battle ship
get a grip cause savages
are always gon be on yo sh-t
no matter where you f-ckin’ live

and that’s given
the only thing that’s promised
isn’t heaven

but basically i don’t care
cause honestly you’re just scared
afraid of being judged
by someone that is not there

i know they don’t deserve it
sh-t but penny for my thoughts
knowledge and his crew
spit sloppier than thots

they some hoes
nothing’ knew
let ’em know
now i’m through

switching’ up the subject
quicker than a liar do

p-ssy thinking’ that he fireproof
until the blaze got aimed on you
vulture squad a f-ckin’ spoof
tell who the f-ck are you

where the migo stogiie at
i’ll let the homie finish you
bet he bring a metal bat
not swinging’ at them tennis shoes

i dare ya diss me back
what the f-ck you got to say
i was walking’ home from howie’s
wrote this sh-t in half a day

trevor bauman doesn’t play
never litter on my name
literally played the game
doggy style till it came

you ain’t even cop a feel b-tch

i’m out

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