spit (aka spitlaflair) - bird pie lyrics
this wild thing blow his snout, eat no brussel sprouts
spit upon my momma photo right before my mind go out
have this next line for my man and his mono
making sure that he do listen to my music and his b-tch
my grit is not a fickle food upon a shifting plate
i f-ck a fortune teller in the face for the fate
f-ck with no moirai, razor wire is my cutting thread
and even after death, this name be standing running bread
the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo
the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo
pull up, step out
silencio in the alley
dbt in chinatown, the world just be the valley
a crow, came down the walk
he did not know i saw
he bit an angle worm in halves
and ate the fellow, raw
my grit is not a fickle food
upon a shifting plate
i f-ck a fortune teller in the face for the fate
hustle
hustle
hustle
hustle
the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo
the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo
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