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lirik lagu artinotalive - bastard

[intro: artichoke]
yo, yo f~ck ykmnace and f~ck anyone else who wants to f~ckin’ doubt me and can’t listen to a 12 year old making his own f~ckin’ songs, covers, and any f~ckin’ sh~t that he drops out
they just wanna f~ckin’ doubt me, they don’t wanna f~ckin’ listen and give it a f~ckin’ chance
i~ all they think is that i rap about just f~ckin’ k!lling people
i’m tryna tell the f~ckin’ truth through f~ckin’ music
and i’m tryna f~ckin’ express my feelings
f~ck you, and back to the album

[intro 2: dr. ac]
mh uh arti hi
i’m dr. ac and uh i’m guessing your teacher sent you here
because you were acting bad in class so
i’m gonna be your therapist for quite a bit
so uhm just tell me about yourself
(silence)
uh well look uh, if~ if you’rе not gonna talk i mean these sеssions are only gonna go slower

[verse 1: artichoke]
this is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
i make these songs so you’re shocked, so you can’t believe
anything thats on your screen, and you can’t believe
“oh my god! it’s a 12 year old who made his beats!”
he slit his wrists? oh my god what did we just see?
also by the way, who the f~ck is we?
(i don’t agree)
[verse 2: artichoke]
they wanna cancel me but don’t ever give me a chance
they just judge me by the way i talk, the way i dance
they don’t know why but i got these gucci pants
they just wanna k!ll me, they dont f~ckin’ feel me
they gon’ f~ckin’ film me, record it, edit, publish it on a network
ten zeroes in my networth
f~ck movie theatres

[verse 3: artichoke]
first song on the album and i already don’t give a f~ck
i don’t know why but i must be out of luck
maybe i left my brain somewhere it must be stuck
in a blender or maybe someone drank it from a cup
that’s why i made kuniva, this the type of sh~t you see on old radio broadcasts
break my arm, sign my cast

[verse 4: artichoke]
i just f~ckin’ copped me some new sh~t from shopping
all these f~ckin’ sprees got me locking
my favorite rapper is myself b~tch i’m f~ckin’ c~cky
no matter what the street says, they ain’t gon’ f~ckin’ stop me
might have dyslexia my handwriting is f~ckin’ sloppy
all this sh~t added in my life is like some f~ckin’ toppings
f~ck earth
[verse 5: artichoke]
my kid’s will grow up say “dad, what the f~ck is this?”
i don’t know, one of these days i’ll have to admit
i might be snorting coke in the back you b~tch
they ain’t ever gon’ stop me, man suck my d~ck
motherf~ckers hate me? they’re just some f~ckin’ abelists
who even gives a f~ck if i’m misogynistic?
f~ck you

[verse 6: artichoke]
people choose the worst names like “hey guys! my name is wifi!”
i know my name is bad, but it ain’t like that
i don’t know, you want a smack?
i’m gonna share this sh~t like it’s a f~ckin’ snack
i’m gonna k!ll him, i don’t even attack
it’s not a good example name of the album
it’s f~ckin’ back by popular demand
f~ck this sh~t

[verse 7: artichoke]
if you hate my music, i don’t even f~ckin’ care
all these memories be runnin’ down my f~ckin’ hair
you’re the turtle and i’m the motherf~ckin’ hare
except i win this f~ckin’ race, this ain’t f~ckin fair
if you follow me i’ma take you to my f~ckin’ lair
we like to do experiments in there
h~llo claire
[verse 8: artichoke]
tina ain’t even perm her motherf~ckin’ weave
you can take this sh~t out and then f~ckin’ leave
you’re either soft or you’re crunching like a f~ckin’ leaf
that motherf~cker ain’t no sergeant or a f~ckin’ chief
i ain’t ever seen no motherf~cker listen to chief keef
b~tch, f~ck writing

[verse 9: artichoke]
if i was on stage, i’d show my d~ck to the crowd
i don’t even f~ckin’ care i say it loud and proud
motherf~cker, you deformed like a f~ckin’ cloud
i’m a stuntman you just can’t f~ckin’ admit it
(spits) sorry man i gotta spit it
f~ck idiots

[verse 10: artichoke]
middle finger in the air, that’s funny
the sun is sunny, and i am running
to the f~ckin’ supermarket, my nose is runny
everybody wants to know “who the f~ck even cares?”

[verse 11: artichoke]
i’m driving in a stolen truck
and i’m prolly f~ckin’ drunk
wasted as f~ck
and i can’t walk without dj unk
got my license revoked
my nose is filled with coke
f~ck everybody

[verse 12: artichoke]
bipolar, mood changes like these f~ckin’ seasons
i’ma cook this b~tch up and eat her with seasoning
it’s the first song and i’m already teasin’
everything that you’re gonna see in
the next couple of songs
i know i’m wrong

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