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lirik lagu even heathens - not that guy

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[intro: illtemper]
bizi beats!
yo yo yo! yo yo yo yo! illtemper! king gordy! even heathens! i am not that guy!

[verse 1: illtemper]
got a human sweater and i’m soon to crank wheels
sellin’ diamonds at gay bars, a ruthless f~g deal
torture on camera, no props, dude, the shank’s real
fist i pull down your throat, add it to the gag reel
maggots in the bag, mail to champions
time to scoop it out front of the door instead of candy bins
gotta sleepwalk, eat hearts, cornfields and ambience
scatter ashes in the gambians, i love to feel the ambience
human consumption is human consumption, stubborn and stupid, using music to function
move through my dungeon (i’m stayin’ here), now i got infected, mucus and fungus
s~x slaves and dead faves, they blue skin’s been f~ckin’
barefooted hobo lookin’ shoeless with bunions
so many holes in clothes think i’m a nudist or somethin’
excessive, aggressive, have toothaches from brushin’
right out here accumulatin’ new friends, don’t punch them

[chorus: illtemper]
i’m not that guy! you don’t wanna f~ck with
ask your mom do we still have them crutches?
i’m not that guy! you don’t wanna f~ck with
end up in a lake wrapped in a rug, b~tch
[post~chorus: illtemper]
guess who just copped a shotgun (shotgun)
guess who knows where’s your mom’s from (mom’s from)
guess who makes drugs that are not fun
rape your godson in your pops’ blood ’til my c~ck cums

[verse 2: king gordy]
i’m smokin’ bay area all in your face squarin’ up
your b~tch is tearin’ up, afraid i’m ’bout to tear sh~t up
barely drunk, smellin’ like a hairy skunk wearin’ buffs
preparing to do daring stunts, this mary is some scary stuff
cherish us, we the violence you see in the movies
we k!ll groupies that’s in gucci and louis
we are designer finders, in balenciaga we will stalk ya
you in prada, k!lling fathers and knockin’ daughters the f~ck out (uh uh!)
now what the f~ck is this about? we even heathens, baby, we crazy, nah, this ain’t for clout
so we are mad men, you just f~ckin’ has~beens
being dragged in a dark cabin, you’re gaggin’, askin’
if you can have your little life spared
i’m lightyears ahead but i’m in your nightmares
it all starts off with a couple mean stares
now you one of them f~ckin’ people under the stairs
motherf~cker!

[chorus: illtemper]
i’m not that guy! you don’t wanna f~ck with
ask your mom do we still have them crutches?
i’m not that guy! you don’t wanna f~ck with
end up in a lake wrapped in a rug, b~tch
[post~chorus: illtemper]
guess who just copped a shotgun (shotgun)
guess who knows where’s your mom’s from (mom’s from)
guess who makes drugs that are not fun
rape your godson in your pops’ blood ’til my c~ck cums


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