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witless & damfool - witless & damfool lyrics

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damfool you don’t gotta tell me i’m a d-mn fool
hands full, running out the bank with a bag full
careful better not trip on the gravel
stressful, running out the bank dodging metal
spray up, shots h-tting – making us shake-up
pay cut used to be even but they changed up
straight up, keep your head down but your face up
wait up those pills were definitely laced up

witless, why they gotta tell me that i’m witless
vicious, if you’re talking sh-t, you’re leaving lipless
sh-tless, do it and i never spare a witness
christmas never asked for sh-t – show up listless
talking – issa epidemic when we walk in
poor thing – do it and i never give a warning
more things – old ones looking all boring
taunting, if i ever die, i’ll be haunting

watch out, if i get a chance i get my watch out
lockout, everybody stay cause the cops out
step out, for church we get the scotch out
drinking is the only way we can dodge drought
quick day when i switched place with the display
sickbay right at midday been a big day
slick play, eating fish face off a dish tray
quick pace when the big prey leave a thick trace

okay, about to head out play some croquet
no way, they’ll expect such a good flow gauge
mid-way to the grounds when i got road rage
left, right couldn’t decide so went both ways
pole hit, flipped didn’t stop for a few days
no way anyone coming it’s a cold case
red face, losing blood – feeling real old age
mayday, everybody hears it and they vacate

sunday – it’s the lord’s day – so we all pray
headsp-ce, take a step out of the doorway
woah wait – get in my whip call it horseplay
more k’s heading to the place but in poor taste
more prey – checking the scene – for the fourth day
sky gray and it’s so cold – call my whip, sleigh
let’s play – so hungry, hear my whip neigh
lineup – then i speed right through the pathway

pathway – f-ck i thought this was a high way
drive away – not going back – hit the highway
highway – cops on my track – heading my way
byway – using dirt tracks – in the night/day
i weigh – body count way bigger than my case
sideway – dressed in dark grey in the parkway
finally – made it all the way to the cache
i wait – for the boss to give me my pay

no show, better turn up or its no show
no dough, better turn up or its death row
death row? your voice sounding like an echo
echo. now your face green like the pesto
left quick, damfool holding on the death stick
death quick, quicker then the illest could get sick
death slick, slicker than a sl-t on a wet d-ck
head thick – opened right up – like a left click

road-side – waiting for someone to give me their ride
big guy – pulled up asked do you need a lift my guy
replied – said yes sir, and got inside
he said where you heading (not far) – i lied
get in – waiting for the feeling to set in
make a couple jokes and he’s already sweating
wetting – i think he’s gonna some new bedding
jetting – to the spot of his beheading

screw you – right now, i’m looking right through you
choo choo – trains coming, see you real soon-soon
who knew – this would be the day that you’re due, jew
voodoo – body shaking like he do kungfu
takeoff – in my new whip – laugh my face off
day off – needing one soon – fake a fake cough
faith lost – blame it on that time i got laid off
played off – making it look like a trade-off

conclusion, nothing that we did was ever proven
illusion – blame delusion, much confusion
infusion, mixing it quick in seclusion
solution – this sh-t is rest-tution
creator – activator, detonator
debator – your faker than a traitor
violater – watch your behavior
investigator – gon need a savior

savior – no one’s coming, no one’s gonna save ya
a favor – come on i cannot see past the vapor
a wager – lose it and we’ll light you like a laser
a blazer – puff it and then p-ss it to your neighbor
a player – take a turn then get out – we replaced ya
a faker – if you suspect then we raid ya
interrogator – i’m the dictator
infiltrator – we’ve got a traitor

rather – get up and then get out – miss disaster
laughter – when i walk in, walk out faster
master – watch me as i’m blowing up the plaza
lava, the ep’s bout to flip into a saga
break in – creep in through the window – now we’re waiting
straight in – smell it first, it’s smelling like my bas-m-nt
shakin – in a moment someone’s gon get taken
satan – leave the whole placement vacant

sending – hits and that you better be defending
tending – started off local, now extending
spending – putting all our money on a peng ting
bending – switching to whatever thing was then in
cleansing – mixing, stirring and blending
sensing – something’s bout to happen so i’m tensing
we ascending – and representing
condescending – this never ending

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