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za mnie, nieważne kto jedzie na mnie
Ej, GUGU i 2115
GUGU i 2115

Backwoods pachnie jak Bob Marley, Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa, cały Compton
Droptop, bo

80808

Death Grips

Bottomless Pit

2016

biters, bob, and slum

Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me
Aye doe,

I heard them say (What?)
They don't wanna wait (Why?)
Patience is for unmotivated lazy bums
Who don't know how to use the gun
To get what they want

kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar, of a pub

when the gorilla's be on your scene
Infiltrating your whole squad, by in the morning time we'll be kings
Keeping everything we kill, don't be tellin when

Steel Drivin' Man

The Arrogant Worms

Dirt!

Special guest vocalist, Mike's dad: Bob McCormick
(Mike's dad appears courtesy of Mike's mom)

There once was a time when the country was wide.

It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news

To sweep the world like a shock wave

The mighty Man of Steel, once the super champion, admired by

The ceiling lights out, should prolly check the ballast 
By God's damn, the man's reign seem to extend from hands
Which is fitting
Cause rings don't quite fit

in a world 
Just to get by
Then I heard that you was bi 
And you wanted to see other girls 
No more guys 
Tired of em 
But what the fuck I do to you?

you never change out of them bum ass clothes
With them curtain bangs and your busted ass nose
You wanted to come for my bob? You a beta male
If I want

I could smell
Twenty scents of privilege
And there's a bum note in your cologne
That really makes my eyeballs twitch
And what plays well on B Wing

talkin too me
Niggas can't be talkin too me
I leave his ass R.I.P
SRT skirt on yo block make it screech
You can't get saved by no bell you ain't Screech
We

Billy Bob constricted by the iris
Deja Vu Séraphin Scorpio
Tattoo your lips like it's Marilyn Monroe
Navy blue or anything see through
What's your colour

by myself with Dawson
On the beat, we might put a Grammy
On the shelf, a kid can dream Cruisin burning green
I keep a backwood for the bad days
Hit

on these buns
Uh huh
I beat it like a drum till it cum
Uh huh
Skeeta Skeeta on Bonita's apple bum
See her by the time I'm done
In her feelings I'm the one

me grind
Feel like triple H pedigree yo bitch to the ground
Snatched by DEA call my lawyer or you wasting time
Today my dog get sentenced bout to call

so we bob like Dylan
Remember, driving around an all white Nissan
Thinking about the future
Using foresight vision
Listening to Dad as the porch light

get close she tryna cool off by necklace
Card game killer, play what I was dealt with
Had to stop saving niggas had to learn how to be selfish
Boss

it's crazy how time flies
Cause even when I see you I just keep it pushing in the whip like I did a drive by
fuck the past I live in the present
I'll

Land mines blow up where the chivalrous man dies
And it never sits well for the brave who would stand by
And all your inhibitions doesn't make you

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

at night
Damn right, Bob, I rock a rhyme non-stop
Straight from Brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped

[Chorus 2X]

[Delta #1]
Ain't no mothafucker like