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​mr. master - ​borneo death blow كلمات الأغنية

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[prod. by mr. master]

[intro: mr. master]
it’s too easy

[chorus: mr. master]
guarantee these angels gettin’ dug out
fairey aok’d a bigger brother, buddy. d_ckhouse
what? me? never
ain’t fake the funk and that’s on funkhouser
sniff and snuffin’ out a shyster steady munchausin’
no dilemma. grok that grandfather alarm ringin’
hands swingin’. i say we stockpile the off_kilter
feelers touchy for the tide shift. extrasensory
barrel o’ havoc for the numbness. you’ll thank me
the death blow era

[verse 1: mr. master]
irrespective of any prior definition o’ dope. here’s a revamp
envy’s onbrand for the common charlatan
embody what i deify. sweetener for the pot
the novel tantalize. you rather the forever having not
woosh his cover off inside. content strike that
safety orange chisel tip for your mind map
i’m matamoney meltdown
paradise papers when the data waterfalls
need a global consortium to rifle through it all
[chorus: mr. master]
and these angels gettin’ dug out
fairey aok’d a bigger brother, buddy
who? me? when? why? never
ain’t fake the funk and that’s on funkhouser
spittin’, scuffin’ up your sinker, steady munchausin’
new chimera. deep that grandfather alarm dingin’
hands quiverin’. i say we casefile the haywire
in_ear hearin’ for the tone death. multispecialty
this tramp can’t bathe without picturin’ me
that borneo feral

[verse 2: mr. master]
already rain down the streamers
cleaned up, and cleared out
it’s sandbox now. the blazer
wring buckets o’ dumbsmarts out my playwork
you sat there, glassy stare
beggin’ for a wolf to wolf the lionshare down
your soul squatted a haunted house
the backdoor high_class escort route
culture collapse make the jammers proud
plant flowers roadside, landmark the crash site
so future generations know where to start
living the exact same life
[chorus: mr. master]
and these angels gettin’ dug out
fairey aok’d a bigger brother, buddy. d_ckhouse
what? me? never
ain’t fake the funk and that’s on funkhouser
spittin’, scuffin’ up your sinker, steady munchausin’
no dilemma. grok that grandfather alarm ringin’
hands swingin’. i say we stockpile the off_kilter
feelers touchy for the tide shift. extrasensory
barrel o’ havoc for the numbness. you’ll thank me
the death blow

[outro: mr. master]
ultra
bang

- mr master

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