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big mauer - the leftovers كلمات أغنية

[intro]
oh, boy. leftovers
yo, buy my demo motherf_ckers
yo, buy my demo, uh, uh
(big mauer!)

[verse 1: big mauer]
buy my demo no you won’t regret it
sell it for like tenfold while others rock it counterfeited
you listen to this then you best stay committed
cause we going up from here it’s sunlit bet it
you see me writing by candlelight
sipping black tea pen gripped real tight
celebrate me like vikings clinking h_rns like a bullfight
flipping my flow each track like a record scratching lеft and right

stamping tapes throw that sh_t in your deck
listen to mе cut sh_t up protect your neck
i made this beat what split cut my check
you heard me flip it again like you’re driving off triple sec
on my ghost rider sh_t chain hanging off the neck
punish your sh_t like rock hand gripping on the tech
rock hands gripping on the tech, big mauer

mouth bl__dy from the busted mic wire
mask tattered looking rough out the dryer
keeps getting cut up from the fights with the squires
i’m the knight of this sh_t sword slashing tires
no gloves grab the kettle
herbal teas clear my metal
sit and write my lyrics while listening to rebel
pen feeling like a sword the way i’m whipping this metal
sip wait and listen to the reverse treble
this sh_t too good you think i shook hands with the devil

[verse 2: big mauer]
b_tch give me the beat i told you i’m already on it
told you catch the heat smashing heads with bottles of tonic
get those feet moving start rolling motherf_cker skates out like sonic shooting sh_t with the slushy in the left bumping my tape track on it
(bah bah bah bah bah) (doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doooooo) (f_ck my slushy!) (boo boo boom boom)

yo, uh uh, yo, shi_haha
grit ya t__th when you hear the needle hit my wax
feel the beat when i spit that sh_t, you know it smacks
steel toes breaking feet as i jump the band fight you with the sax
run off down the street hide out at the crates in the wax trax

yo, shout out to wax trax, and, like, all the other [?] twist and shout, record stores in colorado springs, leechpit, what’s left, uh, earth pig, f_ck um, tiger records, f_ck yeah, love you

[verse 3: mc cocaine]
(mc cocaine!)
nefarious intentions so deep you need a grave digger
tiptoeing on that thin line with my rhyme
cl!ck the trigger back boom blow your mind
serving slices of velveeta so gooey
got that hong kong kablooey
you once thought you heard of me
but turns out you never even knew of me
picked up this illness going hard too long
now i’m popping pills whatever i can get my hands on
over the counter prescription backwoods filtered through a tampon
shaking up the golden stash teas
mixed with anything to relieve this neuropathy
skin on fire just like ricky bobby
get it rip it peal it off of me

can’t handle the cold like i used to
once was hardcore freeze you out like sub_zero
now i’m blowing apart just like i was neo
in need of that desperate relief
smoking anything i can cut in with a spleef
turn it off make it black dip back to reality
steal your girlfriend turn her ass to b_st__lity
donkey shows and packing gerbils up in her cavity
ruin her ass for any type of vanilla s_x
she’s dry as a motherf_cking colorado tributary
needing gallons of lube like you f_cking p diddy
she wants to go back to the freak sh_t, toilet, skibbidi
turn over an old leaf make an old life out of the new get turned up on grief
onlookers are left in total disbelief
i’m not as sick as all rappers out here i’m just ill sl!ck on the track like p diddy and meek mill (coughing)

[verse 4: crysco]
(crysco!)
hm, okay
i’m a run d and c and flee the scene with my queen victorian
going eighty_eight in the delorean
while, f_cking the librarian
in order to become valedictorian
to impress your mom and f_ck her like your uncle tommy
gun forty five caliber finger blasting ya
till you squirt and we all circle jerk like diddy
now i’m pushy nine to five real quick
hoe sucking my nine inch d_ck
snorting coke off her cl_t

time to clean up and pay the sl_t light a blunt
turn a new leaf while eating beef stroganoff
soon to be jacking off with my right hand
while watching finding nemo
activate my hemo_goblin
green like the hulk smashasterbate shlobbin

[verse 5: big mauer]
what the f_ck am i even supposed to say to that bro?
i’m impressed, but i’m scared
what the f_ck?
aight, uh yo

sipping teas out of culturally appropriate cups
shooting tees at topgolf with the rubber gloves
b_tch you know you ain’t skipping me you get smacked with love
know the los come in smacking knees in the club
stealing all the ones
talk sh_t pops popping you with a gun
sock quick now you’re done
my boys k!ll this sh_t swift like a home run

the big motherf_cker rocking
like run_d.m.c. big chains clonking
i doubt and foreseen it big m popping
rolling in the gmc leftovers on the speakers bopping

get that sh_t in your f_cking brain rattling

f_ck feasting we eating dollar tree meals
here em popping wheelies down the street with three wheels
cop the meal deal at circle k wearing an eight_hundred dollar ring kneel
pop to the sushi shop eating left over eel
throw the remote over here we watching key and peele
this some funny skit sh_t we listening to weezer put on blue, f_ck teal
keep the sour look and i’ll slash your face with this sword forged from steel
f_ck it switch the channel put on forged in fire, hear this sh_t, doug dropping it will k!ll

you don’t even f_cking get that reference, bro
sh_t went right over your f_cking head
it will keal, type sh_t

my boys and i make it off big robbing a meat tram
running off with a hundred different racks of lamb
money stacking up like dollar store cans of spam
see me running off with a two_thousand dollar jamon ham

thrown over my shoulder like a hobo bindle
mom tell you shut this off break her f_cking kindle
give me a live band so i can smack you with a f_cking cymbal
write this sh_t for me oh wait you can’t cause it ain’t so simple, b_tch

it ain’t so simple
big mauer k!ll this sh_t
because it ain’t so simple
like, watch this sh_t bro

sipping fine espresso out a garfield mug
listen to rare chandeliers laying on the rug
audio technica spin the boot like a salt circled slug
listen to that sh_t make you get on the mic and get the loot motherf_cker we fight hit you with my boot
girl stomping in your snoot mouth on the stoop
f_ck guns these fists feeling like they can shoot
popped ya wit it now you’re looking for a clue
motherf_cker

- big mauer

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