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lirik lagu sir bong toker - spacecase

i know you wanna see me dead
or unconscious on the floor
8 triggers make ’em roar
10 hit him give him more
beat him and make sure he bleed
leave his body on the shore
yea i heard it all before yea i heard it all before
you gone try to k!ll me then what the f~ck you waiting for
if you let the steal speak then tell me who been keeping score
i been on my k!ll streak you other f~ckers faking raw
y’all was bumping yb while i was bumping liquid swords
i stay bumping j.i.d. while yall be bumping xo tour
i mеan we’re differеnt right
that’s means i see you in a different light
when you see me it is on sight
k!ll me with a little knife
that position make no difference but a different might
i’m feeling like i’m mike
with some brass knuckles when he fight
hit you with a strike
type to make a widow yikes
b~tch you been down for the count
you couldn’t realize it
b~tch i been climbing
my legs are numb but i’m still hiking
sitting in my feelings thinking that i’m really church
sacrifice my life so you could tell ’em what it’s really worth
if they disagree you prolly put ”em in the dirt
make ”em feel a world of hurt
chop his body up disperse
this sh~t done took a turn
like i’m in a car and swerved
hit the curb
now i’m flying in the air
if i land up on my head then this sh~t it could be worse
word to smurf
if i f~cking flip your pack your not getting reimbursed
then i’ll take that stack and then i’ll blow it in a burst
pop your bubble like it hurts
watch your world crumble like dirt
then again it could be worse
if you see me in the fresh i break your neck like jacob collins
a lobotomy for nerves

never was the social type
but i show you how to rock the mic
like dynamite blowing up the spot tonight
mr on and off coming for your f~cking throne with might
throw you off the pedestal
and trash your f~cking song for spite
all y’all f~cking phony’s try to copy me like corot~9
but y’all try to duck me like the bullets during columbine
the f~cking clock is ticking get to sticking up the colt and nine
tell ”em that your serious and your not mother f~cking lying
and if they get a question get to pressing
on that pully right?
making woolies outta bullies right?
not the pulling type?
i left you dead after this sly
hook comes flying at your dome
and you could feel the smite
through the fist into your right
temple made his mind dribble
like hot jello
tight

- lirik lagu sir bong toker

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