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stu bangas - pulverized كلمات الأغنية

verse 1: lord goat:

death appendix, my poetry is like a physician’s reference
bullet exits, no anaesthetics, only p_ssies callin’ the medics
gps fulla smoke, my clerics cookin’ goat’s head soup
got poppy seed in boxes comin’ straight from beirut
inverted jesus around my neck, cost more than the coupe
every morsel in the bag, i don’t trust n0body with food
corpse supply, i push that sh_t that got wh0res inside
on corsica, my trunk is roomy, homie, you buried five
chartered flights, cocaine slushies, springfields makin’ me ugly
crematorium in the projects, me and my haitian druggies
on vacation get yo’ face split, you’ll be spittin’ gummies
kitchens with ovens, 15s and 100s
young dunwich when you get yo’ mug split in the suburbs, bibles in gun church
the sun split in half with the black mass, we call it drug church
payin’ off judges with bags of powder, glass towers
thrash k!llers, put the owsley in couches
powers like 800 ounces, ’cause i caught it off, robbin’ houses
verse 2: recognize ali:

yeah, still i stand tall like the kilimanjaro in this with this arrow
meet the lightskin pharaoh, hit targets when i’s in the hour, pistolero
you know the hammers bang like a gattle, snakes rattle (bow!)
you’re looking through the eye of a barrel
you don’t got dap with death, can’t got back with rag? (nah)
n_ggas happy when i laugh, now my comeback just rap
i’m gon’ fap, after i owe you whilr you b_tches [?]
i’m only takin’ headshots, so you won’t need a vest
i’m gully, top boy arimando masulli? (aight)
talk to me nice, or i send a 100 slugs to your skully (brr)
this world is muddy, i don’t think you want this, buddy
check the blueprint, recognize the world who they study
it be the god with a million eyes, test me then a million dies
burn the whole city down (hahahaha), repeat it like a million times
read the lines, hard to think straight with a twisted mind
sleep on the gold, get put to sleep, like valium fives, what

verse 3: lord goat:

hit your skull off, dummy, green jelly usin’ like guacamole
i mastered the art of filetin’ the body before the corpse is moldy
underwater paper in scuba suits
rugers different colors like rubik’s cube
in bermuda shermed out with a perm
i roll the coolest doobs, rampage
you remove a target off past aim, with samhain, aim for your brain
it’s chicken franchaise, whoever sleep in these last days
bl__dy cascades, break every bone until your satch give a [?]
verse 4: recognize ali:

yeah, know to spit caps
i am like a shark in a fish tank (goop)
f_ck talkin’, n_gga, this the horror, make your b_tch bend (hahahaha), now get bet
every joint i sold dope i get back, this sh_t tear
give to the poor take from bricks made of robin hood (always, man)
so ironic i done slid us robbin’ hoods
dirty fiends by the staircase, made the guppie good
chopper woods, rusty chainsaw i know you probably would
try me and end up on death row, ain’t no stoppin’ suge! woah!

- stu bangas

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