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wax - concerto del muerto lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: wax]
i be like jésus chrísto
cats are not listo
wax i speak so
reminiscent of a freak show circus master
all these worthless basterds getting nervous faster than a village on the verge of disaster
they need to cry me a river since rappers spit soft
i bring the grimy deliverance
no need to remind me to shiver since i spit the siberian wilderness
cold as it gets
spit ’till i’m old as a b-tch
not necessarily the sole goal to get rich
but it’d be nice
man f-ck all of the phony talk
i been grinding for a while like tony hawk
if you don’t believe me homie, walk in my shoes for a day
listen to the music i play
i been doing this way too long to stop now
it’s not that i wouldn’t, i just forgot how

[verse 2: android]
it’s like the devil gave away his violin and he never needed it back
but a way to how someone cuts the strings up for the beats that he feeds to wax
the world ain’t ready for people this intelligent, pristine in rap
and i’m an idiot, you never wanna worship or offer an extra seat in the cl-ss
i ran for the student senate
to deliver this movement, this method and invented a new poetic weapon used to diffuse my excessive amounts of depression
i sat in the back of the cl-ss, wearing a dunce cap, acting stupid until the professor asked
“can someone explain the elements of music?”
i looked around, everybody looked completely clueless
i put in this beat, that’s when i seen everybody’s head immediately moving
and bobbin’, groovin’ and poppin’
like this was some sort of roboticaly musical eroticness
that evolved from the human consciousness
all the people looked like zombies from resident evil
must’ve been the sick lyrics that i put on the record that effected the needle
i cut the beat, they stood up and started applauding
the professor gave me an a+ and said “man, dude that was awesome”

[verse 3: bobby bloodbath]
i stomp through the swamp of a motherf-ckin’ comp
throw your kids to the aligators, watch ’em chomp ’till they armless, legless, f-cked up really bad, torso floatin’ like a motherf-ckin’ lilly pad (b-tch!)
rappers want to talk tongue and cheek? i’ll staple your tongue to your motherf-ckin’ cheek ’till you can’t speak or eat
for a whole week
then i’ll throw your grandmother of off f-ckin’ pike’s peak
f-ck a tight beat, if it’s hot i still hate it
spit over the track and murder the dude who made it
come out of the booth and stab the engineer
cut off his ear to wear as a souvenir
osama bin laden’s my boy, i’ll get him on the phone
plan another 9/11 on your grandma’s retirement home
blaow!
bunch of dead senior citizens
bobby bloodbath
watch your back eom

[outro: bobby bloodbath]
motherf-cker
bobby bloodbath, stand the f-ck up new york city
by the time you hear this track
all these other motherf-ckers, wax, android, eom be in the bottom of a river somewhere with concrete trapped to their f-ckin’ feet
with f-ckin’ photographs of their children all over their f-ckin’ bodies
bobby bloodbath motherf-cker stand the f-ck up!
east new york
coney island
b-tch -ss motherf-ckers!

- wax lyrics

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