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architect - bikergangskullboy lyrics
[hook: larry king, tyler the creator]
where do you see yourself when you’re forty?
uhh rich as f-
[intro: architect.]
yo i’m not too sure about this dude. i mean what kind of f-cking name is bikergangskullboy? dude this guy has issues, f-ck me
[verse 1]
mental asylum
f-cked in the head from the drugs they supply him
thinking he’s god or an angel of zion
adam and eve are not splitting the atom
look at his lies
look at his eyes
look at his core now look at his diet
look at his goals and the colours of violet
look at this crook he’s a criminal snitch
chasing his greed and then flexing his rich
aiming for stars riding riches to rags
cynical tropes got him smoking some f-gs
glance at the scars but don’t ever dare ask
get in his way and it’s ’oops my bad’
master his flaws just to cover the sketch
tangle the facts and then spit them all back
how many deaths
how many backs
how many guns and how many tags
gunning his brains till the m-sses are bumping his sad!
[hook 2]
skullboy
a menace, a demon i hope that he rot
thinking ‘bout death if you like it or not
he is pathetic and nothing compared to a god
i am the greatest
globally known even though i am hated
burning my records the ashes are proof that i made it
debated and stated the rooms that i raided
the feelings i faked it
these terrible chemicals feeling so jaded
consider my past and the day i was dated
profiling my shots and the sentence i’m facing
convinced of my peace and the people that framed it
a crook and a curse one of things that they named it
i followed a system and look at my payment
my actions to honour i wished that i saved it
my criminal past that i hope to regain it
f-ck!
[verse 2]
they labelling me a criminal snitch
when have you seen a crook comically rich
socially honest they think its a trick
mentally wack you can suck on my d-ck
look into the past let’s refute all that you dissed
f-cked in the head?
i don’t think it’s the drugs
pulling my records you’re getting a mug
shot in the head i ain’t pulling the trigger
balance the scales?
they don’t taper for n-ggers or people of sinners
you calling me god, i do think i am winner
i finish my dinner they’re locking the bars
i am dazed in the head, all i’m peeping are stars
the drugs are a lie i’m an earthling of mars
achilles my eye, my psychosis was dire
hephaestus my soul, i am furnished with fire
convicted of fraud, gotta hate all these wires
the law is for sale, i’m a merchant or buyer
all these n-ggas regale as i pull them from fear
i am sick of these laws, i have had it to here
what’s a bump of cocaine for a shaky -ss year
i have k!lled many-
he’s a hater of (censor)
a psycho in tears, a monger of fear
who failed to adhere, so the ‘sylum appeared
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