streetrat fanclub
Yak, The Atlas
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Answer the fucking phone you pussy And my brother in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs Am drugs Am drugs Am drugs And my brother in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs Am drugs Am drugs It's the euphoria warrior Stuff that shit into your cornucopia X marks the motherfucking secret formula Informing ya, you should probably call a coroner Cause I'mma kill this so clean, that there won't be room for foragers Morbid words erupt, should probably sow his lips Disappear quick, cause the boy the Loch Ness Slaying heartless, playing convict Gotta bad bitch, turn her into a boss bitch If I take the part of the hostage You not part of our progression, some filler arc shit I shove the competition in a Chuck E' Cheese ball pit I'mma bring the fire like I'm fucking Sozin's Comet, entails, yuh Flows hatemail the size of haybales Draw ink daemons lies in bone wells The crust piece keep the whole bread stale He's garbage pail, face you hardly trust in retail, I know I still hang pirate flags and fawn over graffiti See aristocrats as rugrats, like which adult is speaking Have you ever met Yak? I lost all my reasons I know I'm not working for the weekend I'm not the type to no write anthems But my brother's in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs It's like a streetrat fan club This ain't formal, f*ck the fam up Feeling like a fresh pack, 1st edition, yuh Cause of death auto erotic crucifixion Can't wait my body escape this flesh prison Your tension shaking through your heels This that gate we kick out those training wheels Too comfortably numb or too in my feels And the rusted wheel, of my brain still rotates All my arcane, cant break the chains around my wrist Can never really focus, never get a grip Take a break, watch dog walkers anonymous Until I feel up, to my looney tuned tricks Change the signposts, strip away the layers My brain bounce around like a DVD screen saver Hear the constant hum kinda like a lightsaber Sam just hit the faders, asking if I'm on one Imma dance on poison like Donald fucking Faison Drinking unicorn blood, the chain of Monty Python I'm just a day dead bygone Just a day dead bygone I'm just a day dead bygone I'm not the type to write anthems But my brothers in the back and he's screaming that I am drugs Honestly I don't give a f*ck It's showbiz baby, so move that bus Jake, I know you're not working I know you don't do anything Gimme a call you fucker
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