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the palmer squares - beat it up lyrics

[verse 1: ac-mental]
front page of the publication
with the bunsen burning and the blunts a blazing
i’m a master of grammar and punctuation
but i can’t pr-nounce pr-nunciation
got the label discussing an offer
suffocating me under the water
holding out for a movie deal
when i’m well on my way to becoming an author
twenty thousand leagues under the sea
’bout a hundred more til i’m home
i might stumble down i might shuffle my feet
never tumble off of my throne though
i built this from the ground up
’bout to sip a schlitz at the town pub
like, hey let me get lit right quick
let me light my square let me fl!ck my bic
deep sea diver, dc sniper
term and ac oversee the cypher
got a s-xy b-tch that’ll pet the p-ck-r
she peck the pickle, no peter piper
easy rider like peter fonda
spill the beans like a cheap maraca
finna steal a honda then flee the chi
for a tequila sunrise in tijuana
i endure the urge to k!ll
and worship murderers in h-ll
i’m serving worms to early birds
our words are worth a world of wealth
word of mouth, blurt it out
twirl an l then burn it down
i’ve earned the crown by learning how
to work the crowd, turn it loud

[hook]
beat it up (x8)

[verse 2: terminal knowledge]
i don’t wanna know no-body
sh-t, don’t n0body know me
all i know is how to flow to a dope beat
don’t even know how to hold a thought
frozen flow, wait no it’s not
scalding hot like a pot on a stove top
smoke pot by my lonesome
finna go out like a golden god
i got a bone to pick with y’all cats
so load the clip or fall back
the grand inquisitor
granted i’m acting a tad suspicious
ants in my pants i’m panic stricken
don’t ask for the dance if you lack the rhythm
as a matter of fact
finna go from rags to riches
then back to rags in the bat of a lash
you may want it in every way
but you’ll never be famous so don’t quit your day job
blow smoke in the face of death
take a breath then hope that it pays off
tragically i’d rather be unhappy than hip
what’s your poison? have a sip
my blood is boiling i’m mad as h-ll, well
terminal k (hey!)
determined to live in anguish
stay perverting this english language
word b-tch, my mission statement is beat it up

[hook] (x2)

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