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thr – exposition كلمات اغاني

it’d be quite a lie if i cried these are the first lines i’ve typed
or vocalized with rhymes provided by this mind combined with hype
get psyched for guys like tyler rice. the title’s mine. acquiring stripes
for rise to prime. might sign to publicize if spies desire vibes
my rap personality is matched up with my well-being
i’m shouting countless vouches loudly out to all these wealthy teens
about to snap and growl at hags that cast a crafty spell on me
then, crack their backs in half and scr-p them into baskets. (wow you’re mean!)
after -ss-ssinating their -sses, i’ll smash yours, b-st-rd
how hard should i bash that fat b-tch ratface you have downward ’til you stagger
and match a pastel, pallid cadaver ’til i’m haggard?
acting like you hold m-ssive aggregates of swagger, kid. that’s sad, squirt
and hasn’t mattered since 2010, yet you exaggerate it
to a hazard like jerome carpenter after masturbation
maggot dastards cause mad catastrophes of exasperation
rappers say shit, but some act adequately around the nation
now, i might sound brash at first. these p-ssengers are acting worse
and snatching purses, laughing. hurts when batshit jerks speak savage words
regardless of our self concern. their travel works in packs and herds
they spout absurdness, browbeat worthlessly, you baffling coward birds
madness surges through my pounding vessels i call power chords
i’ve found a purpose using my sk!lled prowess spurting downer forms
of rapping once an hour for this crowd of sore, but fragile boys
and girls. also empowering those mad mouths of yours. yeah, that’s my choice
social stratification nowadays isn’t apt for shit
and not extravagant enough, so i will start extracting it
it’s wack and p-sses me off until i start to see black again
breathe rapidly. i feel as poor as madagascar africans
this cr-ssness drags me down and clouds my sanity. it’s ending me!
the enemies are everyday characters wearing denim jeans
on streets with people magazines. imagine feeling fed up seeing
bedlam streaming ten-ton stings flinging at grieving fiend beings
we’ll flee and reach a region in which plebeians realize
evil. don’t deal lies, steal items, thieve prizes, cheat prices, and clear vice
is, each time, recognized. i reckon, sized against these odds i maybe lost
yet again, i’m never ready, set to get my heavy cost
these criminals are k!lling wild like serengeti mobsters
it’s sort of surreal as if, say, heaven’s got some spaghetti monsters
something holy like ripped bed sheet cotton. is this getting choppy?
possibly stopping is an option. do you copy? great, now watch me!

- thr

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