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the forgotten archetype - 12th root of 2 كلمات الأغنية

aight, this is ben and nik
otherwise known as tfa
this is about our frequent trips out to eat
so, ladies, when you are playing this in your car
roll the windows down for all to hear
and smoke crack
yeah, that’s what i’m talking about
here we go

as i cruise down the street, ridin’ blades
with a mossberg pistolgrip pump action shotgun
everyone be runnin’ and screamin’ and cryin’
as though my name were atilla the hun
but what they fail to recognise is i want something to eat
sh_t, i just want some grub, spend a stack of them dubs
you can’t touch me, not when i’m in the streets
you can always hear me, big beats
when it’s hot out, my glock’s out, i’m ’bout to knock your lights out
i’m godly, i’m god_like, it’s heavenly
i’m only movin’ bricks to those spendin’ the g’s
but b_tches still be screamin’ and hollerin and callin’ me
look up to me as though i’m your father
f_ck opinions, religion, they’re a bother
day in, day out, stuntin’ like a star
others be scared ’cause we’re leavin’ scars
i’m shootin’ fools while i’m bendin’ the block
then, i stop off at hollywood to see what’s in stock
oh, no you didn’t point at me, gimme dat look
one time i k!lled a sucka with only a book
jiggalatin at my table there’s a woman tellin’ fables
finna k!ll her ‘for my meal gets here
i blow dem ronnies as i ride off on my pony
so i fill all of the children with bonafide fear
technology of the best, you will see
is only for the few who can get past me, b_tch
gonna f_ck a motha stab her face and k!ll her brotha
so, b_tches know i’m the one that is undercover
everybody gettin’ outta da way
gonna talk about me for the rest of the day
slippin’ dope to the waiters cuz of their sh_tty pay
i bust out my computer so that wow can be played

i’m hungry
feed me
k!ll a cow so i can feed
is this food good!?
hey, i just found out that
my best friend’s dead

food poisoning k!lls those that are dumb
even though you’re dumb, you can still drink rum
we’re drunk, we’re tipsy all up in this restaurant
we don’t know what we ordered, but who really cares?

i ate some food
then, i f_cked this girl
because i’m the king
then, albert fish
came and ate this chick
so, my bill was cheaper

i never thought food could taste so good
i’m having a mouthgasm

in the restaurant, our meals were slaughtered
slaughtered like babies, brephophagist
what did you call me? i’m not a necrophagist
you’re a d_ck
i hate the way you eat; you’re sloppier than rob reiner
don’t talk back to me, i’m going to give you a shiner, you p_ssy ass b_tch
jesus, it’s hot in ben’s room

f_cking die

this restaurant is so good, mainly ’cause b_tches be sucking my c_ck
hit her in the face, misogyny is not funny
oh, sh_t, there’s a rat in my soup, but it’s okay because the 12th root of 2 is the distance in ratio between each note in the western chromatic scale
i thoroughly enjoyed
my entire meal
though i slayed all persons
in this fine cafe

i asked for water
and he slit my throat open
i’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
we shot him in the head
d_mn, this is good bread)
the waitress had
a slight weight problem
i’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
oh, what i wouldn’t give
to f_ck him in the face)
the food was burnt
and it gave me cancer
i’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
from battery acid
in his urethra)
my pencil broke
on the way to my house
i’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
all just to evade
his taxes)

we will proceed to slaying the orcs
i’m gonna k!ll all your friends

- the forgotten archetype

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