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the eleventh letter – i know i don’t lyrics

i-i know-oh, i-i don’t-on’t
care bout drama lamas, bring it if you really want it, uh!
i-i know-oh, i-i don’t-on’t
care for what your summit summon, suck on something plumish, uh!
i-i know-oh, i-i don’t-on’t
think it’s just so funny that you dummies act so sc-mmy, what!
i-i know-oh, i-i don’t-on’t
give a f-ck about a b-tch that really wanna start shit

i’m back in this game on my charles manson fandom shit
i’ll ascend to higher frequencies and choke you with your bandwidth b-tch
you must be good at calculus, always tryna limit rhymes
while i’m so explosive i should come with a whmis sign
it ain’t nothing if you want to hate
quick to make the world quake, grinding like tectonic plates
at a sonic rate you couldn’t ever get up at em
splitting your atomic weight, till your chromosomes can’t match em
i’m just sick of this when dissin with, all these little imbeciles
anyone can f-ck’n get it, syphilis type principles
wanna see me dressing preppy, now homie that’s just priceless
you won’t see me with a cardigan, like i lost my license
so where’s the schooling at, f-ck it where’s the shooting at
sick of seeing bullies pull the rugger, let their room collapse
you really want some sense, when you couldn’t even handle change?
i’m just here to blow your mind, insert line about kurt cobain

since you seen us start it, and plot it, it’s been retarted
departed from any artists, allotted as weak regardless
i’ll dot your eyes like marcus, ark us markets of degeneration
no narks we sharkin effortless, your bars are hard as feathers biiiiitch
mercenary barely will parry to dodge your shots
alcoholic when i carry these fairies to mountain tops
but i ain’t even peaking, when speakin’ this beakin’ beastin’
when i’m seekin’ out your beacons, this season says eat on greeting
beef! ain’t nothing, i’ll just turnip if you lettuce
vegan ego leakin’ out the tre, if you want to french press us
i’m just sayin’ check your weight, before you tip the scale
cause you can get a b-mp, and i ain’t talkin’ braille
i been makin’ music, for the longest of time
astral plane living, i’ve been out of my mind
we movin’ for success now, quit hatin’ our support
you can ask who i be, they’ll say the greatest in the north
website: http://www.theeleventhletter.ca/

- the eleventh letter lyrics

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