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lirik lagu stu bangas - too foul for primetime

[intro]
“take time out to think before i wrote the page”
“primetime”

[verse 1: apathy]
i was raised when cocaine was champion mike was the champ too
earrings with bamboo and pearl was the shampoo
i grew up ’round murderers hey was my fam too
the only k!ller y’all ever knew was (??)
with the force of an orcan the speed of a porsche
my pen teleport ya to a corner in h~ll
with demons force ya to listen to lower frequency
frequently f~cking snap whеn i’m hearing more pop
then moonwalking or bubblе wrap, it’s a motherf~cking fact
it’s hypnotic the sheep your head nod to the beat you cannot go to sleep
and once you’re under the slumber, they flooding you with the info
political criminals turning children into nymphos
check the indoctrination they got ’em locked into satan
and now the doctors are waiting to chop this abomination
and peep the ritualism that celebrity shows
the more the enemy glows, the more the energy grows
the braiding, the videos, the circles they form singing
winged demons will bring them to trick them, to see the system
we’re wicked heathens inflicting the sickest reason to grip ’em
switch and believe a christian is twisted, evil and sickening
[scratch hook]
“take time out to think before i wrote the page”
“my story too foul for primetime”

[verse 2: a~f~r~o]
i heard it took place, the brink of an evil increasing murder rate
fled the town when i the heard the jake
dead the sound with them cursed plagues
put you in dirt grave, says the survey, make you regret your birth date
blood regurgitate, and ever so close to feelin’ your worst pain
i slice guards, behind bars, me mic hard, he dies hard
from tribe squads, in a dying pond, dead bodies in saigon
with a 9~to~5 job displaying suicide bombs
parading you to sign off, and maybe you can find god
pull out my two eyeb~lls, shoot~out when doom time calls
who out to cut lights off, new route to bust mines off
who bout to go brawl, and don’t talk
who bout to get drawn in white chalk?
i’m kickin’ em off of my yard, i’m picking’ em off of my scars
meticulous boss, a flying saucer with a farrah fawcett type
to tear it off the mic, compare to blair
a pair applause of possum paws to bite
turn off the faucet, blood is flowing through the rotten pipe
the heir to every golden throne, beware the permanent mark applied

[scratch hook]
“take time out to think before i wrote the page”
“my story too foul for primetime”

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