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chade – osterman كلمات اغاني

[hook]
pillar of salt on my wounds that won’t heal
imma bite the hand that feeds and make that my meal
you’ll be prayin and kneelin before this is over
f_ck a chip, got a whole bag of lays on my shoulder

[verse 1]
f_ck rose colored glasses i’m still seeing all red
and my homies disappear whenever i take my meds
f_ck missin my shot, ill go for the head
period, full stop, your dumb ass is deaaad
my patience bout as f_ckin small as a gnat
i swing like a madman whenever i’m at the bat
talkin out your ass i’ll put your head on the plat
the global elites are hiding the world is flat (wait, wait)
let’s get this straight you little jackass donkеy
you bouta get stomped by a mad ass honky
the way i’m punchin thе wall like some kind of whack ass rocky
they try to fit me in a box like we’re playing _clack clack_ hockey
i ask for a reason
you tell me that that’s why
you’re changing your stories like you’re livin a past life
y’all bullsh_ttin b_tches can’t keep up with your past lies
is your head just too big to remember your cap size? (d_mn)

[verse 2]
friends they switchin like why do they do this
some of my homies be brute and judas
you still wonder why i do this, you doofus
i just scream til my rudeness the crudest
i spit excuses like i spit up mucus
you tell me to stop but your words they are useless
i’ll say what i want, it’s my f_ckin music
i let it all out like i’m some kind of nudist (ew)
i’ve been procrastinating can’t jump my hurdles
can’t finish my milk before that sh_t curdles
i try to write it’s like i’m runnin in circles
scribbled so much in my notepad and journals
my good ideas hiding like they’re some kind of turtles
then i clench my fists til my fingers turn purple
i’m playing chess, you’re catatonic
not even to checkers, you’re stuck in a socket
i’m out of pocket, you can swim in my vomit
i’m feeling atomic if i’m being honest
jonathan osterman manhattan project
i’m going up to the top anabolic
i cannot stop it you cannot top it
you couldn’t even fit my motherf_ckin pic in locket
somewhere between davy and betty crockett
i’ll cook you up and wear your head as a top’at
[hook]
pillar of salt on my wounds that won’t heal
imma bite the hand that feeds and make that my meal
you’ll be prayin and kneelin before this is over
f_ck a chip, got a whole bag of lays on my shoulder
yeah

now i am become death, the destroyer of worlds

- chade

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