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yungfunk - hideous (the freak) lyrics

what in the f+ck is a king to a b+st+rd
funny you think that you matter
funk do a joker new jack off the scaffold
pop out the bushes the jackal
who let the freak out the shackles
funk on the track just to knock ya head backwards
blade in my jacket lil b+tch i don’t grapple
p+ssy boys shining i see how they dazzle
ain’t with the glam
but i keep me a glizz
i make ya sweat like you off of the thizz
brisk what?
quick active
i make sh+t make ya mammy do backflips
vampin’ the vibe i come through and i zap it
horrid his eyes always look like he’s blasted
awful he’s scum he’s a freak he’s a b+st+rd
dread is the vibe and i cannot look past it
without a roof and the boy he adapted
i’m never safe so the choice was to pack it
back up, ratchet
back up. ratchet
back up. ratchet

spit in your face i’m done being passive
pageants, fashion forgot the talent
f+ck ’em all k!ll ’em all letting ’em have it
blowing this gas and maneuver through traffic
nothing but trash sh+t laughing

this ain’t no pretty boy really i’m hideous
yeah he a freak he got no shot of fitting in
dirty he scum he insidious
yeah he go dumb but don’t play me no idiot
i wanted bread so i’m getting it
next to ascend
you heard who bested me, when?
no chance, got a l+st for revenge
who let the freak out the shed
what in the f+ck is a king to a b+st+rd
funny you think that you matter
funk do a joker new jack off the scaffold
pop out the bushes the jackal
who let the freak out the shackles
funk on the track just to knock ya head backwards
blade in my jacket lil b+tch i don’t grapple
p+ssy boys shining i see how they dazzle
ain’t with the glam
but i keep me a glizz
dent that boy skull if he throwing a fit

so many flows sounding like my own feature
bump that boy funk like you demo you a speaker
stared at the void and my outlook got bleaker
tacking on wings to believers
smoking on sticky and doing my research
saving my prime been an underachiever
nice when i rhyme on the beat catch a fever
chopping these rappers up not the with cleaver
least take a stance, weaver
turn of events peasant the lever
buddy don’t bark, you know that its please sir
quarter centurion, geezer
still with the tree, keebler
making it warm, heater
who better him or him? neither
it was the mailman
thought its the reaper
i gotta bounce, reverb

- yungfunk lyrics

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