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slow suicide stimulus - bipolar hirollers lyrics
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[verse 1: charlie chan (c-chan)]
we bipolar high rollers
ya’ll [?]
the born alone die alone anthem
for [?]
brandishing the [?]
[?]
she righteous like the s-x ain’t raw unless the [?]
sliders smoke these loaders
stay gold, land mine supernovas
ain’t getting older
we getting over under your focus
take it for granted
manic suicide sickles pumping nickels
we so glad we landed
see me and my similar mind [?]
is to remind us
rip it to st-tches
open it up and let it flow
it’s so religious it’s ugly
but you [?] cup and go [?]
whatever you need
there’s an omen over us
heavy to breathe
i ain’t ready to leave
you the only but you know me
just k!ll that sh-t b
subversive [?] for my freaks
and i ain’t see since [?]
the slow bleed and [?]
[?] just can’t f-ck with these villains
[verse 2: cage]
i don’t even draw any lines
i just stand to the left
whichever patterns put in position
the cancer it spreads
so by the time the bars finished
[?] dance with death
when the song ends
you get a m-ssage for the cramp in your neck
it’s d-mned that the mechanic
crammed in the box of this planet
eat drugs and ride with sheeps on m-ss transit
beside my self like i just puffed purple
not a drug but how i rapped in circles
i take some uber-dramatic tragic sh-t from my life
and splash it in song
kids were later addicts
pen clicks with a new chemical to try
i’m built to spill or fly
dressed to k!ll or die
sensitive verse so i speak explicit
at dog fights high like granddad over the pacific
put cigarettes out on my arm
to disrupt the calm
i gotta check the blunt three times
when i puff with dusted dons
[verse 3: govone]
i go through b-tches quick
because after i smash i lose total interest, sick
i know but i don’t know no different
we from the place where jakes will catch you slippin’
with [?] liquid
and no one listens to the wind
we just supposed to kick it
but when it blows it’s wicked
the breeze will freeze you in your tracks
and catch you postin’ dolo
split your shoulders open ended
my homies go and get it
always rollin’ blitted
wisdom mixed with culture
like [?] over-blended over linen
with broken pigeons
gas will blow from cola flippin’
and soldiers pin your -ss with gats
and close your soul in prison
overloaded, holdin’ victims
sn-tch and overdose your system
breakdown, standing [?]
but go the distance through the late rounds
while you scared to face down
we gon’ tear this place up
terror prepare to take crowns
it’s the stimulus brothers
nothin’ compare to [?]
in the [?] of the gutter
under the air [?] safe ground
[verse 3: tame one]
i’m experienced in experimenting
smoking spearmints
and dunking cigarettes in
cinnamon chemical leak liniments
and if ignorance is bliss
one more pull and imma be full of happiness
with the most toxic product from wacky packages, convenient ingredients
the time travelin’ dirty jersey tame one
flew over the cuckoo’s nest [?] mac mcmurphy
n-gg-rish jack nicholson [?] addict
in a straight jacket
workin’ at it just to irk this nurse ratchet
on trips worse than acid
blackouts hurt fanatics
i went from a gateway drug to tame stay buzzed
off tragic magic
be gentle with it
leak can make you a mental midget
effin with it, you’ll be in some sh-t like you was stepping in it it’s like [?] peppermint schnapps
shredded, wetted, toxic dime stuff
halfway ashtray foreplay for the mindf-cked
wind up in [?] with numbers under your chin
screaming “the reefer did it!”
like martin lawrence or big lurch getting fingerprinted
[verse 4: l.i.s]
no matter what you go
like always or die
like a slow suicide
all that stress in your life
plus mind and body collide
another ride to the other side
but [?] with a pain
and it lurks ’til you never feel the same
and it hurts like the rain
and forever leaves you bloodstained, physically strained
i keep a dose of combat in my briefcase for the lames
who always seem to sleep on
he who spit flames
[?] will rip dames
[?] your names
[?] it’s kurt cobain
mister murk your whole frame
berserk coltrane
with a nine milli
on some sensual slug k!lling
they look at me and they think
yo this wigga drug dealing
but my corporate status the baddest
[?] your daughter
[?] a little man in a boat
[?] anger and tension for those who tread in rising water
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