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snatch man & the pickle bois – face paint lyrics

[intro: pickle boy 4]
wait, wait, start it over
wait, start it over, start it over
i forgot that i was doing the intro so i thought i had to wait for this whole beginning part

[verse 1: pickle boy 4]
playing the game like i’m on the sticks with a controller
fifield makin’ beats so sl!ck, you’d think he was bipolar
feeling others getting closer when i start speaking
but under all that pressure, it’s hard to keep from tweaking
head afloat as the tsunami warning airing
buzzers sounding, alarm clocks blaring
but if you expect us to collapse in the clutch
you haven’t seen us on the ropes like a double dutch
remove the sadness, turn it into motivation
bangers ‘fore the tears, this ain’t ginger, it’s saturation
drilling 3s beyond the arc, no desperation
call us genesis cuz we’re a divinely creation

[verse 2: pickle boy 1]
smackin’ russian broads like we rowdy oligarchs
while we wilin’ outta windows in some foreign cars
shout world tzar
pause, pardon for the made+up bars
regarding all the things above
’cause the content secondary, wordsmith mercenaries
same+day service, mayhem sure is the mo is this sermon
better start observing
extended metaphors over blurred lines
borderline over+s+xual, using lurid rhymes to skirt th++f+ck

[verse 3: pickle boy 4]
cutting doubters off like a verse ended halfway
our music already getting people feeling some kinda way
rhymes so intricate, catherine would let us go intra+cate
are we scooby+doo because everyone’s waiting on that new sh+t
monsters like sully and not the one in the c+ckpit
instrumentals dope now, just wait til we get an orchestra pit
and unless you’ve been with us since the start, get off our d+ck
and yeah, we’re not perfect
lyrics way too s+xual, faces asymmetrical, borderline unconsensual
but our passion unmatched, heart godd+mn impeccable
maybe being in the middle of all that passion should be scary
every other line having something to do with morry
but boys will be boys and pickles will be pickles
eating til our bellies ache and minds are in the gutter
and trust us, this rapping sh+t?
it’s our f+cking bread and b+tter

[verse 4: pickle boy 1]
excuse me for a second while i finish up my sentence
about the sentiment we sending over airwaves
alluding to a message that i wish was more apparent
but i guess i gotta spit it on a rhythmic little diddy
hoping you could feel me, that my lyrics match the spirit
what the f+ck is up with the arbitrary reservations leading to the hesitated conversations ’bout our homies’ situations
existential ruminations done dried up
raisins in the sun, time’s up
why we only showing love when we’re drunk?
afraid of what?
f+ck being shunned, show your boys some f+cking love, uh

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