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Sippy Cup
03:12
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Plastic sippy cup drippin milk on the rug
White pool widening, touches blood turns pink
Now this the type of shit I signed up for
Fuck your Lord, kickin down doors
Put an HK to your gourd
Snatch that niqab off your face and take a selfie with your corpse
Who’s in the kitchen?
My fingers itchin
Bet the team two cans of beans I catch five kills before the end of this mission
What about civilians?
Double points given for women and children
I’m terrified for my life
Can’t understand your kind
What do you want?
I'm tired
Seen my loved ones all die
Blown to bits, burned alive
What do you want?
What do you want?
Executive orders, respect the fuckin borders
And check your sons and daughters
And take a damn shower
Understand that you’re not welcome over here
This is pure hate, don’t call it fear, motherfucker
"We’re gonna make it great again like Donald said."
My daddy told me layin on his death bed
He served two tours and fought for me, not no dirty wraphead
I’m terrified for my life
Can’t understand your drive
What do you want?
Tired
Fled from the east and now west
Just need a place I can rest
That’s all I want
I’m terrified for my life
Can’t understand your kind
What do you want?
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Picasso
03:15
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Trippin balls at a house show
She look like a Picasso
Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place
Dressed up in some retro shit
Multi-colored hexagonal print
Holy fuck my brain’s about to split
"How the hell’d you enhance this?
I was chillin spaced out on a blank canvas
A shirt appeared first, then the pants came
I’m just askin- why it matches?
Can I touch the fabric?
Oh my god, it feels fantastic like wet plastic!"
Trippin balls at a house show
He look like a Picasso
Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place
Wrapped up in some ninja shit
Half face covered with a handkerchief
Holy fuck my brain’s about to split
"Hey, lemme see those patches
You really got holes in your jacket?
I’m just askin, you look tragic
Who the fuck is Aunt Tifa?
She smoke reefa?
She got the plug for a three cheese pizza?
What about PETA?
What’s up with him?"
Trippin balls at a house show
They all look like Picasso’s
Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place
Stepped into the Twilight Zone
A portal to the superunknown
Oh holy fuck, I think I might explode
Comin down I’m feeling nauseous
Don’t wanna be bothered
Put myself in a closet, and locked it
A little relief and peace from the chaos...
Turn around there’s a dude on the floor, performing a seance
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