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lirik lagu mastamiind - the definition of a god flow

[intro]
my rug on galaga
gotta my hot dog in her persian cat…
let me be frank, that cat on oceans
fat like “sspalt”
i’m stupid…

[verse]
let me start by p-ssing, i’m a full -sshole
clashing braced b-tter knives, in a f-ggots backbone
with a p-ssion, throwing the past tense back
the b-st-rd using tennis rackets for black magic practice
i lay your cr-ppy rap’s in wraps, so it’s a wrap
flow hot as eskimo coats in mexico
the antidote opposed, throw you hoes in catacombs
sporatical, radical -ss with the mathematical trapping
sh-t out my bladder full
drinking acid from rapid cr-ppy car batteries
shake a baby like a rattle, now is ready to battle me
the artist arching arteries at target’s garbage cans
while i’m gargling garlic, selling ben baller’s carc-ss
for garden garments i’ll buy at a auction in austin
black market, then bargain them, fly on aladdin’s carpet
and start a fire with arsons, i’m dark hearted
mind is twisted, contorted, i’m grumpy like gordon
at golden corral without his porridge order
i holded up on a suicide door toyoda
i’m door to door with the gore
like i love jehovah, blizzard core, f-ck my aura
cutting up on old gallons of milk and feed to ya daughters
2 quarters of shots at ya head
like curtis drinking more vodka at the show
i don’t care what you say, cause’ i’m bordered or borderline
bored, and crazy, and bonus
i cut open wh-r-s with plunger wood, now get me reported
i double express so, dump ya beans in pot if ya drip water
then you might have to go to the nurse, and flirt on her
i’m more awkward than a trans with a b-n-r
i’m sorta caught in aborting your rap reporters so never record me, i’m loaded with a north arctic shoulders of poets
i’m reaping up what you sow, when i go i just keep going
when i can’t go, i just flowing
a half fat addict of acid rap erratic with p-ssing matches
the tragic blasting of b-st-rds, cause’ they daddy is bad
and in baghdad with his russian baddy
matter of fact, the 5’6 rapper, is back, with cl-ssics
grandmaster flash told me in my head
that i’m a god at this rap sh-t, i avalanche with this ratchet
comp-ssion, the weird eared b-st-rd
is sneaky like cartoon badgers or robert rabbit
if he’s framed, holding a ratchet, i hatch sh-t, like a apache
it’ll take army to attack me, savage is not accurate
nah, i’m the sip that brakes the camels spine and make it fractional
i squeeze greatness of g*nius like cow utters
sheer fear of peers is weird, syringes at your reer
trigger the clear peer of emberrasment tears
i’m to real, f-ck being sincere, f-ck your career
half these new n-gg-s mutterers of cluttering sh-t
while i’m slick like melted b-tter, cl-stered when busting
i put a bunch of rusted knuckle buckles
and plummet them in ya jugular, the newcomer
the new son, and new n-gg- you look for to beat
this ain’t high school n-gg-, but i give her fresh meat
and what other n-gg- is really sk!lled to go best me
14 years old, spitting blitz, too easy

[hook]
i’m feeling so groovy now
b.the great’s bars will make you look head up
the lyrical idiot, went digital with his image
it’s critical with the sh-t, that you listen to, you some simpletons

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