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joyner lucas - backwords كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i been sn-tchin’ purses while i’m rapping in the back of churches
i’m a backwards person, i ain’t laughin’ don’t you act absurd
and i’ve been havin’ urges, ain’t no p-ssion
don’t you b-st-rds think you bad at cursin’
i’ve been bad since birth, been slapping nurses -sses
takin’ percs and i’ve been urgin’ to get served in action
got a nervous itchin’ in a serpents kitchen drinking captain’s
while i’m servin’ children, different words that’s spillin’ out the cabinets
in a hurt position this absurd addiction got me laughin’
spit faster, runnin’ with impact ’til your wrists cramp
and break your kit-kat while you play with your kids back
i’m chris hansen

[verse 1 reversed]
laughin’ at addiction,, absurd, in this position
hurt inside a cabinet, spillin’ out words that’s fairly different
servin’ children while the captain’s drinking in a serpent’s kitchen itchin’ from a nerve in action, got served while takin’ percs
-ss nurses slappin’ since birth, and i’ve been cursin’ bad you
think you b-st-rds think you got p-ssion, but ain’t no urge you havin’
been absurd action, don’t be laughin’, ain’t no person backwards
i’m at churches in the back rappin’ while i’m purses sn-tchin, n-gga

[verse 2]
i been chasin’ rappers down with pencils, paper books, and stencils
writin’ verses while i pack the pistols in the back of rentals
i wrote my dad’s initials, then laughed and then p-ssed it in to, i been half demented breaking sh-t down to half a sentence
i been half demented, breaking sh-t down to half a sentence
f-ck the rap olympics, i murdered the past contenders
i cooked their -ss and grill ’em, now you can eat that for dinner
and i used to laugh at n-ggas for actin’ like f-gs with feelings
till’ i packed a gentlemen’s packages filled with acid venom
i bought a toy gun with some bullets wit’ plastic in them
explosives with matches lit em’ and left a few fragments in them
i never packed a mac in the back of a ac(ura) or sentra or
lexus with gas unless it’s a benz with a stack of benjamins

[verse 2 reversed]
benjamins and stacks of benz’s and gas for the lexus or the sentra, act in the back of the mac when i packed it in it
the fragments lit matches explosives and plastic bullets from a gun toy i just bought for you n-ggas as y’all been reckless
venom acid filled with them packages and i’m packagin’ them
f-ggots in they feelings just actin while n-ggas laughin’
eatin dinner seized in the grill and cooked they -sses, while contenders p-ss ‘em, murder olympics, and rap past them
sentence down, breaking dimensions in half essentials
i p-ssed and laughed with the pencils i wrote in dads initials
in the back of rentals i’m pistol packing a stack of stencils in the book, papers and pencils i’m rapper chasin’ and-
– hold up

[verse 3]
i’m the same n-gga that fizzled pop and got ratchet on them
yeah that same n-gga that took a p-ss in your arizona
and that same n-gga that put acetone in a bag a soap
and then sold it for $40 some p-ssy and half a soda
and i never paid attention to rappers who actin’ bogus
who lie and say they rich in their songs when their -ss is homeless
then tryna throw dirt on my name just to p-ss the quota
till i grab it throw em’, bash ’em and laugh when they -ss is over
f-ck ’em hard go hustle hard with the hustlers
cut they jugular so you choke on your tongue and jaw
and i never been a gangster or wanted no trouble, nah
but i’m good with my knuckles punch through a brick and leave dust and all

[verse 3 reversed]
all and dust, leave a brick punched with my knuckles, nah
but i’m nah, no trouble wanted, a gangster i never could
your jaw and tongue choke on your jugular
cuttin’ hustlers with the hustler hustle hard
f-ck ’em hard over -ss laughin’, i’m bashin’ my back, fold ’em
crack ’em till the quota, p-ss ’em and trash ’em, and laugh over ’em
homeless -ss when they songs trash, and crack closer
bogus actors who rappin’ over the track, hold ’em
sold a half a p-ssy, a dollar forty, i sold it for some soap and acetone, and a bath and then blast both ’em
arizona p-ss that i took in a gl-ss of cola
and got ratchet on em, popped em and fizzled, i’m back to soda

- joyner lucas

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