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staticthemc - explicitly explained ii lyrics

this story begins with your life ends dead like a cul-de-sac
walk with a stack like i’m balling off the sale the of sacks
put back dunks like deandre jordan
i catch you in the dead of night leave your loved ones mourning
i’m like prescriptions, too much of me could put you out ya misery
good head p-ssy fresh
that’s all that shawty meant to me
started from the bottle guess it’s history repeated
i pluck the harp of a god, sn-tch the wings off a demon
i’m 3 metaphoric for 5.0
this sh-t illegal the blanks y’all be kicking like tae•bo
i’m liable to burn a n-gga where he stand like a kat stacks bj
not zendaya but ya got me on replay
drop a fly rhyme just to keep the n-ggas talking
stay with a 9 like the point guard for boston
give the kid credit no matter what it’s costing
coming for capital in ya wallet like alec baldwin
morning wood table had breakfast on tiffany
crossovers got you looking like the star of misery
initially enlisted to k!ll a n-gga named will at will
prophesied from my conception to infancy
inflicting injury on enemy infantry literally
novacaned up is the only way you ain’t feeling me
slick. innovation got you slipping catch you whipping take a wisten make ya engine do a spinout
i’m not swole…
but don’t try me i’ll knock a b-tch out
hands quick as v-card holders d-cking a b-tch
skinny goldberg with the cold urge to make you p-ssies bleed heavy like fat b-tches in white linen after labor day
“crime scene!”
“rap n-ggas can’t rhyme no more when i step through the door!”
i think it’s bout time i put ya numbers on the board
blew her back out she call my d-ck the spine buster
no hhh, me and 3 b-tches a triple date
xxx when i’m with ya woman
her and the game the same they’ll never see me coming
prime got you odd n-ggas taking numbers even carey did a line
cooking dope -ss hooks got em fiending for the rhymes
you ain’t never hit the blunt singing bong songs
i’m getting head no limbs, mr. oblong
she tried to put a silver f-cking medal on my long john
tisk-tisk
mad cause yo man’s o-limp-d-ck
tough sh-t, like what gorillas throw
cooley high as sh-t, b-lls bluer than the indigo
oh never that i choke the chicken like a red-neck
crazy ‘nough to snort 9 lines of crushed xanex
“hi alex”
grinding like malice
go hard as a old callus
don’t challenge this crouching tiger hidden dragon balance talons
“you a -ssh0l-”
naw i’m just -n-l about saying sh-t that shouldn’t be said about certain people
like n-ggas who hated the album would ride pusha t’s nuts
“static you suck…”
“well you can sucka deez nuts!”
you’d be lucky to get a f-ck, like an aids-riddled nymphomaniac who advertise her condition
you constantly wishing my sk!ll would diminish
like a good behavior sentence
but i got these n-ggas waving like the angels won the pennant
quick to bust but i’m never finished
coming off the attic to the page
b-tch remember the name
“the remains!”
static

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