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p.o.s. & cecil otter - i play the matador كلمات أغنية

[intro]
don’t hit the snooze, ever
wake up
wake up
_ahem_

[verse 1]
a’ight the damage to your ego is unprecedented
left you on the step like bite the curb
split your face and left your skull indented
your bubbling brain bounds with ideas to avenge your sh_t
it’s trivial, sh_t “h_lla”
still you struggle and fill your head with your minimum
with your thoughts of air
injected via syringe
as deadly vandals told us all that failure is the best revenge
so, stop trying
you passed, you aced that test (uh_huh)
quit drumming your number 2 pencils
and instead just use this as your personal best
you’re a c battery
i’m an ac adapter with a dc switch
we burn calories
you drink pig shakes with your feces_wich
not trying to change that f_cking style up
but these bulls need the wall of matadors
gotta battle when they get called up
and i have, had, and was and forever will be
a promise of stress i sever competitors simply
yo, pierce the 6, let’s keep the whisper brief
get the [?] cd case
broken over his t__th
i swear to god
[chorus]
i feel like a matador chasing bull in a china shop
a matador chasing bull in a china shop
a matador chasing bull in a china shop
one plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place
i swear
a matador chasing bull in a china shop
a matador chasing bull in a china shop
matador chasing bull
f_ckers
one plate breaks (one plate breaks)
another gets put in
yo

[verse 2]
when glass frag_a_mentation takes its toll
i’m the incredible hulk like
“oh the anger, it’s taking control!”
i get all big and green, they change green
green with envy
i change the scene from people who’ve seen
we’re ripping through heads of the empty
this town is fill with nothin’ but two billion clones
and clones and so on
fan base with you friend face
but it turns into a head case
you know, it’s fu qua like muddy waters after that truck hit
they pulled the first aid kit and took turns turning the tourniquet
but it still bleeds, trading shiny sh_t for they needs
trying to cr_p this pressure cracks, red flags on dirty deeds
i play the toro toro game for substance
for something to do
the bigger the bull, i figure them all
forgettable figurines that i can just break
through, bust the porcelain on these crews
in sh_tty cities, i kitty kitty you feline fools
i treat you cats like them cats treat cats in gummo
in binary code i leave you 0010
let it slide the first time
but k!lled it all as soph0m_re
i stay away from beef
like vegan, straight_edge, hardcore
want more? of course
in a couple a minutes i’m leaving you dead
i love redheads, so i take razor blades to foreheads
exacto! glass prov? like uno stacko
when the bull is on parade
got you feeling betrayed
making more noise in the back of your throat
than billy bob did in sling blade
f_cker
that stand_still phase in full effect
so i’ma lace the beat with uppercuts to make you move your neck
bob and weave
i keep a bag of vomit up my sleeve
so i can dump it at your party and have a good excuse to leave
i guess i get sick of the vibe
the stink of black & mild’s
bet you, keep they smokes in altoid tins in case they folks get wild
love people, hate gatherings
the [?] curse
just can’t take the bs, i swear it
(i f_cking cannot)
i swear to god i feel like
[chorus]
i feel like a matador chasing bull in a china shop
a matador chasing bull in a china shop
a matador chasing bull in a china shop
one plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place (yo, yo, yo, yo)

[verse 3]
always wanted to play the matador but got [?]
that’s laced with a hint of alanis morisette kind of irony
bad luck buddy, back in the trolley, chief
[?] his next nickname cost him his t__th
oh, i’m [?], i’m sorry sometimes i fall apart
but it’s very rare that i take ball to bricks like [?] sweetheart
it’s hard work
but hey, at least it’s unrewarding
you needin’ a best boy and key grip to you favorite underground fl!ck
[?] cinema [?] sling scripts on hollywood d_cks
or prattle on about how they toss diet dialogues into the mix
man, i represent that flock that flavors coffee with a pixie stick
it saturates that sh_t with so much cream, it’s like [?]
od’d on super cool

[outro]
e_emily, i_
i ran out of beat

- p o s cecil otter

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