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payday monsanto – poppy seed delight كلمات اغاني

message to the one_trick ponies, and them cookie_cutter c_cksuckers…f_ck ’em…just me, and d_lo, baby…be a hundred men…

yo…you’re now f_ckin’ with one of the most ferocious rhyme throwers, off the top of the dome truth spitters, and mind blowers. i’ll grip a mic, and alter your state with divine powers, hittin’ fine flowers, that keep you high for 29 hours…

yo, next time one of y’all clowns put out a double_album…put out a double_album, not 2 cd’s half_full, dummies…

these vagabond’s gon’ wanna fight all day, and most the night. jokers wanna fight? i’ll strike likе overnight, stay local, still worldwide in the samе focal. (them dudes is tight) the music i write, slated to play global, do what i’m supposed to, i told you a thing, or two. acknowledge it, the street scholarship that i bring to you, among some other stuff. most wars are cover_ups, most rappers only happen by accident, like when the rubber busts. i’m spittin’ bars, like prison guards should be watchin’ ’em, what i achieve in 2, they can’t do with a box of them. your only consolation’s a surprise bag of tube_socks, f_ck what your neighbor be sayin’, that b_tch a news_box. i’m only tryin’ to look out, and do what’s best for you, it’s best to take the petty hand_to_hands, back in the vestibule. it’s too hot for improvisions, stick to the writtens, plus your freestyle, go “meow” like a litter of kittens. carcinogens i’m spittin’ only gonna doom your body, still you grabbin’ mics, and actin’ like you know some new karate, no jew can rob me of my vision, son. it’s super_godly, like i’m born illuminati, nothin’ you can do to stop me. just pay your dues, and lobby, amateur’s pursue your hobby, talkin’ too ill, in lieu of sk!ll, and plus you do it sloppy. i write, produce, distribute, just as quickly, witness the multiplicity, never before in history. (oh, yeah) goodie_goodie, put the mic in the jack, we back the way it should be, and it’s right & exact. it’s almost like these rookies got a license to lack, i’ll make ’em boogie_woogie, like a knife in the back. booty mc’s get bitter, ’cause they know their sh_t’s foul, now rush the f_ck back to rehab, like limbaugh. i heard your album, virtually ever jawn was wack, you’re exactly what’s wrong with rap…
you suckas get a god_kick, from playin’ a victim, and holdin’ steel, i’ll grab the device, and clean out your system, like golden seal. on another level of which your aspiring rock stars tribe, name a block after my c_ck, call it “rock hard drive”. make it a broad street, with lots of tall buildings that touch the blue skies, that symbolize how i be fillin’ it up. far from error_less, but i crossed the meridian effortless, plus i stay iniquitous, as a lybian terrorist. had a whole entire establishment (sorry about that) tryin’ to bury us, but they don’t worry us…
(sorry about that)
what happened, dog?
(you can’t s_say that, it’s september 12th, now)
what?
(we’re fcc compliant, and…)
really?
(…we can’t…yeah)
that’s a f_ckin’ bummer, man…
(i’m sorry about that. do you have a revised version…)
f_ck…
(…you might be able to spit?)
uhhh..no i don’t, mr. spencer…
(well, you’ll have to revise that, according to article 804_b…)
good ‘ol spencer, the censor…
(…uh, page 35…)
let’s try this one…
(…of the fcc rules & regulations…)

- payday monsanto

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