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the unthrowboxes - out of space lyrics

(chorus: sample)
house be big, this house be empty
let’s spin it with the rhymes, we got to your blender
when i’m shedding mad skins all over the place
check it, i [?] like i’m [?] pin out of sp-ce

house be big, this house be empty
let’s spin it with the rhymes, we got to your blender
when i’m shedding mad skins all over the place
check it, i [?] like i’m [?] pin out of sp-ce

(verse 1)
i’m in the sandman, this is your last one of a dead man
time for me to face your fear but my next man
collect my fat tummy into a phone
hammering the black stairs from the jaw bone
scrooch interact and dark games of the next transmission
with my fat belly correct my transmission
we wanna get your head explode by tnt
i’m going crazy when they wanna see me
gonna disown you tonight, think you’re tough
my last supervising but i’m not a rough
coming thru for my last breath that as you gonna get it
flood into water then you can’t sent it
and dispense on you then i can’t stand it
look like i’m not, i’m suspended
the madman of your next execution belongs to death
i wanna hear you sank in the potash in my breath

(chorus)

(verse 2)
obstacle makes my chemical poisoned
ruining away from psychos, giving me cycle
optical versions of my demon’s memory
to the cemetery when i’m gonna crush the enemy
devouring the holy spirits, come true and no use blue
gonna remove you or lip sync with my glue
interrupting me then you disturb me
take you so high of the beast, spirits are for me, hurt me
better face your fear together so you can play
don’t you even think about you refuse to play
giving me worst then i have no clue
as i refuse to die then i never knew
bringing raw pop rap, give me a lore
i’m gonna sting you with the devil’s pitchfork
keep taking me revenge, it’s not existed
i can resist it but my rest of my defeated

(chorus)

(verse 3)
my fat belly towards your eye-vein for my next victim
the dead beast’s slow down the fireplace for my nin left victim
you’ll get cheated by my technology system
we have no offence to make you we get resisted
my bunch of illusion cause me in temper stonker
my eye-blighty person who everybody leaves for longer
i plus the c0ke so i am drunk
my bunch of neeked and nuttered thinks i’m tough
the horse of causes heck the corpses
derange the last day of the roses
you knackered mother and fathers are grounded
harmless depression before we get surrounded
give me no choice then he’ll never respect me
and who let in this, they can’t select me
the truck stone of my bend aid for my store high wok
miscellaneous giving me collection by the piece of the mork

(chorus)

- the unthrowboxes lyrics

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