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run the tix - tix ran lyrics

(verse 1: trstntwinkle)

trstn, wink, and henry, we leaving no tix left
tell me if you smell the marijuana hanging off my breath
blowing smoke and i’m coughing like i’m d_mn near death
if i died right now, i would be so fresh to death
they would have to say, “that fat motherf_cker coffin fresh
god d_mn, fat b_st_rd, where that motherf_cker’s casket?”
but naw, baby, you gon’ get this here vertical
every word murderful, surgical, painful, purposeful
and i’m taking left off your f_ck list, personal
woo, they done let that f_ckin’ mikе out
it’s like tyson in the ’80s
n_gga snap and punch your lights out, yeah
it’s likе tyson in the ’90s, if i’m losing, take a bite out
i’m so motherf_ckin’ grimy, so motherf_ckin’ greedy, gritty
mama said she couldn’t breastfeed ’cause i was bitin’ at the titty

(chorus: henrykilometer)
so i think we’ve burned our bridges, but it’s difficult to tell
i’ve been walking through the ashes, saying, “didn’t we do well?”
so i think we’ll have to pay for this, but i’m not afraid of h_ll
i’ve been walking through the ashes, saying, “didn’t we do well?”

(verse 2: henrykilometer)
yo, k!ller mike and el_p, f_ck boys, think about it
f_ck you gonna sell me? you don’t know a thing about us
women dosed with ayahuasca drum circle and sing about us
dolphins pr_ne to rape’ll hear the tape and stop to think about it
monks will immolate themselves until the record hits the shelves
yetis walk right out the woods to cop it without thinkin’ bout it
(chorus: henrykilometer)
so i think we’ve burned our bridges, but it’s difficult to tell
i’ve been walking through the ashes, saying, “didn’t we do well?”
so i think we’ll have to pay for this, but i’m not afraid of h_ll
i’ve been walking through the ashes, saying, “didn’t we do well?”

(verse 3: winklerwinkle)

workers at the sweatshop k!ll they boss to how the vets drop
worker ants surround their queen and chew the b_tch’s head off
drug dogs bark at the tour bus when it park
priests take the c_ck out of their mouths
to hum along when the chorus drop
at the least, we are the most beef and broc on your f_ckin’ block
the bass make a whale off of the coast scream, “ya’ll gotta stop!”
used to be the new kid ’til i grew into that new sh_t
emperors that hear the tunes admit that they are nudists
move, we coming through and we are ruthless
mama said i wouldn’t leave the womb
without a yankee and some new kicks

- run the tix

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