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the palmer squares – last place lyrics

[verse 1: terminal knowledge]
y’all ain’t f-ckin’ with me
term k plundering another city
then i’m finna hit the comfort inn to puff the sticky
cut the bliggy while we bump some biggie
mother’s milk got me suckin’ t-tties tryna cut a deal
it’s such a pity
yo what’s your gimmick?
take one
camera wh0r-s and fake thugs plunge through open trap doors
going back and forth on some ping pong sh-t
these sing-song twinks need to get off of drake’s nuts
cast ash0r- in a ball of confusion
given the temptations
sit in your rent’s bas-m-nt and get wasted
it’s all an illusion
twisting the hemp papers
sparking like ben franklin
hardly a sensation
gave yourself to god cause the devil was far too warm
there ain’t a lot of honor in settling out of court
but if need be, we get creative
hit the scene and deregulate it
legislative when i put the pen to paper
bad news for the gl-ss steagall
the game changer
stay making bad music for bad people
i walk right in the inimitable style
if y’all been talking sh-t well then you swimmin’ in it now
sit down we ain’t finished by a mile
a grimacing clown with a sad face
the child with his hand raised
the mouse in the rat race
no joke
a fast paced slowpoke
the dome holds the crown for the last place

[verse 2: ac-mental]
the way i stack chips they be calling ac biff with the almanac
talking that sh-t bound to give kids a heart attack
the gab gifted cap twisting cat gets mad lifted
turning hieroglyphs into artifacts
making dollars like eric and parrish
i’m all american
compare me to a werewolf in paris
or london
repugnant pundit puff pungent nug until his lungs need a pump to function
uh, sip bourbon
superb with the lip service
a jerk perched on the curb with a lit turkish
spit sermons, flip work, and gyp merchants
losing my grip like kicks on a sl!ck surface
sick verses
turn kids a bit nervous
i’m tim burton
submerged tryna lift burdens
term and ac are like a circus act, three rings
hurtin’ cats’ feelings at the burger shack, beefing
believe me
i’m laced too tight
need to loosen a knot
palmer squares be the lucrative squad
refusing to stop producing as they cruise to the top, we
know the televised revolution will not, be
so don’t play witcha mans
i write salient raps
till there’s overwhelming pain in my hands
pack a champion sound
gallivanting about ya town
vapid -ss clowns gettin’ smacked in the mouth
i’m out

- the palmer squares lyrics

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