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jmerk - r.i.e.m. كلمات الأغنية

(j-merk intro verse)

the two dirtiest drop you off of the gurney quick
life is a journey we playing with full chips
not asking anybody for sh-t, you can get a mafia hit
f-ck around we separating your skin
ready for biz, even if it means im dying to live
destined for sin since i needed oxygen to exist, gotta win
put the ox to a brick,lets get rich!
and you ain’t bout’ sh-t if you ain’t up on this!

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(goretex verse)

bigger aspirations like try’na hammer the vatican
hit the pope with catheters cuttin’ his throat immaculate
acrimony in bandages stuffin’ the c0ke in sandwiches
i get work soft, feeding these girls laxatives
cl-ssic like 88′ maximus, see you mad at us?
see me in the lobby with bags, straight scandalous
im in the porsche with bricks, the corner store kids
cult runnin’ deformed wigs, the mark of a true playa
i got my newest arrest, rockin my blue gators
only f-ck with bad hoes that do favors
stuffin 40 ox’s in her p-ssy like she do in vegas
deposit slips, on stove tops and promises
i solve my problems by cooking the raw moderate
some drug mills,goons hungry we die famous
get money, foam posites and baby satans

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(j-merk verse 1)

man f-ck all these b-tches and, f-ck all the cl!cks you claim
ya b-tch she gave me brain, i play the game on her any day
your bullets ricochet,penetrate and k!ll the mainframe
you been a lame, this ain’t a thang, peace to maintain,
peace to goretex and k!lla kane,peace to motherf-ckin brenk,
joey mon, jinx and milo, everyday we lightin’ cigarillos all broccoli
peace to kamakazi and lukazi,from mazerattis to ducatis this is hard body
aleister crowley in the audi, yea ya chick she gon’ slob me
“do what thou wilt “without vomiting,occult followings
exalted never following, they all honor me
and pay homage to the honesty of false prophecies
tryna’ hijack the lottery for my monopoly, divine comedy, yea…

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(chorus)

im just tryna’ get my money right, from the east to tha m-th-f-ckin westside
(westside) tryna’ show you that im on the grind, stack chips, f-ck b-tches
money on my mind, yea

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(j-merk verse 2)

im from the city where ya parents leave ya home alone
the home of al capone,the wind chill is cooler
taught you how to skip school, ferris buellers in the zone
we invented basketball, im d.rose on the throne
seen it all in the go,i got nowhere else to go
i call the sh-t my home cuz its the only thing i know
bury me in montrose when its time to go
honor the flow, until then i can’t be em
carpe diem, not a mausoleum, freshest at the funeral
from head to toe, its usual,feelin’ like a criminal
the home of john gacy, my hate breeds when im k!llin’ them
taking they riches, givin, b-tches this penicillin in a hostel
she may be a goddess but tonight,shes my apostle
i face f-ck her mouth,cuz she loves it psychological!

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(outro chorus)

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- jmerk

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