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fujisawa - under the influence (skit) كلمات أغنية

[intro: fujisawa, real deus]
we need new rappers
’cause everyone is so scared to say sh_t nowadays
exception of marshall, of course, but i do miss the ‘old eminem’ and 90’s rappers, yeah
they really make rap feel like life to everyone
but hey, lephi, wanna give it a shot at the mic?
i’m high tho
“it’s even better, b_tch.”
uhh… okay, ahem

[intro: fujisawa]
oh! some of y’all hate accents in rap, uh?
like, ya know, eminem in 2009, yeah?
“ha, f_ck it”
let’s bring ’em back, accents!

[verse 1: fujisawa]
so, here we go, back again, so
something’s in the air that’s makin’ me high, so
hi, ho, do re mi fa sol
sitting back with a back up tabasco
a pistachio arrow, nacho, tahoe, all of those and a bunch of tobacco
a pack of zig_zags, tho, also weed and smoke, oh
tic_tac on the back of the pack, toe
yeah, doc, sick track, oh
perfect way to get back to these hoes, oh, ah
an ananas and a banana
ana and alaina begging for _n_l
they banging and egging me on, like that’s b_n_l
quit scratching me, b_tching like burch
bite a f_cking birch n’ get high on a perch or
lurch durche a high church
then throw bush in a bush n’ search a smurch in a butch
ery, like christopher, reeves, shi
[interlude: fujisawa]
man, rhymin’ on this beat
n’ this way is so f_ckin’ tirin’
“y’all should pay homage to him, yeah?”
ay yo, doc, new beat?
thanks
“yeah, but, you should show ’em the f_ck is gon’ happen in this album”
aight

[verse 2: fujisawa]
spot from an angle de angelo swayin’ yolo at a bagel daily
grab my doggy bailey and play it like an ukulele
then throw a baby at another baby, (“what a rhyme, uh?”)
n’ melly, don’t tell_y me to call you a f_ggy
haters here get really maddy
and maddy, you swore to never betray me
but you got your swelly p_ssy eaten in the pandemic
yeah yeah, shot jim brady, 20/20
oh, dang it, i left my telly at the grocery store’s
salami section, yes, the deli
shady, haters in my belly, i’m swelling
full of hickeys and lyrics
all on my mobile, me celly
tryin’ to get ’em all out but they’re stuck in me like petroleum jelly
sh_t, that a weak bar so get ready
holla at bobba as he pours his boba into a trumpet, (“trump in french”)
jump in a trampoline, scream, ‘lephi, ’till i die’
i’m one second away from the beat,,
’cause, grab me a lip balm ’cause my p_ssy ain’t wet, yet
sh_t hisses at me
imagine it’s r. kelly
throw it out of the window
and make it fall on a lonely widow
i have a nickel, micheal, i’m sick n’ i’m at lose cannon
fujisawa sawin’ a s_x on saddle n’..
[outro]
the f_cking beat died, c’mon, freestyle was good
no?
aight

- fujisawa

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