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the bluegrass assassins - easy lyrics

[intro: afro american]
f-ck trump
f-ck hillary too n-gg-
shoutout mobb deep, bluegr-ss -ss-ssins on deck

[hook: afro american]
professor x on the mic, grab your girl hold her tight
she don’t live in the head but she’s here for the night
she wanna piece of the lyrical e
who am i not to feed the needy?
push her b-ttons, sh-t is easy

[bridge: afro american]
that’s three if you’re playing gh, rhymes acidic
better check the ph, boy i’m bout to get it (bout to get it)
boy we bout to get it (bout to get it)

[verse 1: afro american]
strong words of goldberg when i ask “who’s next?”
get these lames a tutor, you know they can’t find x
but i’ve been posted in the function looking nappy
f-ck your input
they’re just mad i got more nads than caitlin jenner’s doc took
disobeying the doctor i used to drink vodka
heaven hill poured through my grill, but i never vomit
ted on the beat because i’m hard to bear
girl i’m sorry if i stare, it’s just your -ss is bigger than my hair
and n-body compares to the legacy we about to build
been schooled on this rap sh-t, way before i get the deal
got a lot drive but i don’t got no wheels
pushing dope rhymes but i never pop a pill
but when it comes to cop a feel, baby girl i’m on it
waking you with neck kisses, 6 in the morning
the lyrical e outsmarts any mc squared to brawl
i’m a beast, that’s why i’m taking off her bra
she’s a beauty, that’s why she’s taking off my drawls
i always told her every belle deserves a ball
so now we gonna paint morehead the color crips hate
then i’m gonna work on the mixtape
cause kids state-to-state press play to escape
get lost in the lyrical labyrinth, patterns so elaborate
and these dudes are as close to being authentic
as deandre was being a maverick (get back here boy)
we know you acting
but we love the comedy so we cracking up
like we’re making omelets so i’mma let
you continue with the bullsh-t, i got venues to fool with
fill them with that good music, like i’m mr. west
no contest if we talking about ky
ben stein vision, you know i got them clear eyes
better recognize the truth when you see it
or double a paul pierce your mind, i guarantee it

[verse 2: joseph fouler]
the homies and the geeb keep my cypher complete
i run it back track skipping now i’m trampling beats
f-ck a snapback hundred stacks fitted tees
lyrics sick as sh-t locked up in the cdc
jtg, joseph treston greenhill
come from a town smothered and covered in cheap pills
in olive hill benny bars on refill
parents missing kids getting k!lled during drug deals
momma made a good call getting us out
if she hadn’t done that there isn’t a doubt
in my mind i’d be locked up doing some time
or getting by puffing fennies dreams of robbing them blind
but now i’m doing just fine
bet i’m writing some rhymes
rolled a blunt you want some just p-ss me a light
so we can get right i’m talking high as a kite
you p-ss-es think i’m all bark b-tch i’ll show you a bite
when i blow my top i pop like dynamite
electrode i explode on a mic
you like your pizza cold come get you a slice b-tch
probably didn’t get it due to lack of hindsight
joseph fouler cowards never heard of me
dropping tracks like cats to the first degree
burglary because i copped this flow
from other f-ckers i hear because i can’t find my own
but don’t sweat it i only get hungrier by the second
a t-tan to shingeki the way i wreck sh-t
f-ck a goblin or martian p-ss-es don’t want any problems
you need to hip to the hobbit on your playlist
delibird dropping word like gifts
articuno itself ain’t even as icy as this
critical hit sheer cold ko thats it
don’t forget you’re f-cking with the league champ you b-tch

[hook 2: afro american]
professor x on the mic
grab your girl, hold her tight
she don’t live in the head
but she’s here for the night
come on, come on, come on, come on

[outro: charlotte]
continue the journey
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