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the palmer squares - spit take lyrics

[verse 1: ac-mental]
yo, when i k!ll cadavers
whipping daggers
lil’ whippersnappers gon’ shit their pampers
got the gift of gab
so i’ll twist your cap
and go tit-for-tat with a proficient rapper
sophisticated
i’ve written chapters full of miscellaneous linguistic patterns
a simple slacker with simple standards
skip and scamper while i sip decanters
still, i never spill my soda
ill quotes til i fill my quota
pause then i do it over
so truth be told i feel lost in a supernova
no variation
replay the same ordinary day
why change it up?
i got a megabus full of sadist sluts
putting paper cuts on my naked nuts
i better clean myself up
plead for help
when i stringer bell ya like idris elba
greasy elbows to keep achieving
we lead the legion like king in selma
(hi ac!)
that’s what you say when you see me
kick game to your dame at the fifi
i’m insane, taking aim at the media
hastily painting my name in graffiti
but i’m hardly an artist
don’t mistake me for charming or harmless
i’m pestario vargas
markedly harvesting bars full of marvelous parlance
so follow the bouncing ball
and sing along to the song while the crowd applaud
i’m in the paint like bang boom pao gasol
with a power saw to disembowel y’all
people said that when they peep the set
we let them see perfection in three dimensions
tps like a diesel engine
seek attention from evil henchmen
i mope along as i mow the lawn
a woe-begone bloke in a deep depression
broken-hearted foes get blown apart
so don’t start ’cause your bars don’t meet the measure
i’m a jovial joker
a colloquial nomad known as a roamer
such a potent aroma
hoping the ozium cloaks the malodorous odor
the symposium’s over
so you ain’t gotta go home but you can’t stay here
cape fear like max cady
you can ask amy if the facts ain’t clear
yo, you got no shine
no sk!ll and no cosign
the close-minded get clotheslined at the goal line when it’s go time
i intend to mar my contenders
bar none the best
so discard the question mark
check my repertoire
i been bizarre
b-mping ken lamar in the rental car
san fran to maryland
trans american
travel the map then unpack the caravan
wack to square you just can’t compare us
ac all up in the game like alan parrish
i’m a bad samaritan
that’s apparent as i’m candidly acting arrogant
rap to your ear then it’s back to my lair
if you like what you hear put your hands in the air with it

[verse 2: term k]
lord i was born a rambling man
man, man
foraging forward in a travelling band (band? bam)
half in the bag
an inadequate rapping to rack up a stack
what we lacking we tripping like after three hits of gelatinous acid but this is reality
is it though?
get with the facts and react to ’em quick
quit laughing and kidding
be back in a minute
we planning to finish the business we didn’t
after we dip finna wrap up a swisher to p-ss in the whip and then back to the crib just to pop us some bottles
the cl-ssiest shit we could cop
i live for the squad
i’m finna be a big star, not twinkle twinkle
when the sky fall y’all chicken little
when i see the sky fall i’m bond, james bond
y’all vietcong and i drop napalm
ah, smell like victory
split my head open and delve right into me
looking for idiosyncrasies
finna be footnotes written in history, listen
you isn’t going to find
whatever you’re hoping to find
so, close the safari tab when i rap and just open your mind
frozen in time
flashback to the future
ran like benali
black cats in the alley
pack rats in the sewer
br-ss tacks i’m a loser
i don’t have scandalous rumors
but i’m certain that he will
terminally ill, rap’s cancerous tumor
handle your stress
before it handles you
true manic depressive
i could snap any second
i feel like a rubber band being stretched
eat a couple ambien, having a slumber
ask me a question, the answer will come from above
like the touch of a hand came to adam
i am what i am and i done what i done
d-mn
who knew truth could blossom, bloom, and wither just like a rose do?
you do you and i’mma do whatever they said i wasn’t supposed to
so true
wack rappers identifying as dope
as if everybody the goat
i’m at the end of my f-cking rope
h-llfire and brimstone
yeah i’m lucifer’s child
leapt out of a window
and land with boots on the ground
if you new to my town you better get used to the sound of the sirens and riotous youth
the sky ain’t as blue and they shooting dehumanized mutants surrounded by violence
i’m high as a kite
a clueless ape
a lucid state of mind
hallucinate as moving shapes rejuvenate my future into ancient time and space
which left is yet to be polluted
so embrace it
if human is a race then i’m a racist
i once was blind but now i’m deaf to hysteria, yup
rules is for the breaking
shout out “death to america!”
might need relief from my nerves
my chakras are blocked and my third eye is cloudy
my feelings are hurt and i’m worse on the outside
i sure wanna hurt somebody
i need me a purpose
a doctor or preacher i want to believe
but i’m not up to speed i’m just on it
i want me a promise to keep
i wanna be all i can be
i want me a healer to read me a verse from the bhagavad gita
i need a mantra to repeat
i gotta believe in a god because all i believe in is me
see i don’t give a f-ck about nothing no mo’
we don’t give a f-ck about each other
i don’t give a f-ck about yo mother
i don’t give a f-ck about no ho
h-lla greedy
i hope that i see you in h-ll
and never the twain shall meet
keep dreaming
love was seldom seen
go f-ck yourself and f-ck your self-esteem
i don’t give a f-ck about debt
i don’t give a f-ck about death
i don’t give a f-ck about oxygen
box me in see if i even take another breath
i bet you i don’t
better get me a rope and a stool if i do
’cause i’m n-body’s fool
and i’ll prove it to you and to anyone testing my word
let it be a lesson to learn

said term
k
hey
let it be a lesson to learn
said term
k
hey (x∞)
let it be a lesson to learn

- the palmer squares lyrics

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