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Straight Face Lyrics - Artist : K.A.A.N.
Man I'm a motherfuckin' alcoholic
Swervin' left and right when I drive A ragin' drug addict, fiendin', jaundice, both of my eyes I came home with 20 grams, but woke up to a .5 Like Brandon's barely alive, and man I think he just died Two tablets of cyanide for a silent night like the Sabbath Woke up in a pool of vomit, then quickly vacate the premises Stumbled down the steps while I'm not coherent and non-compliant Slapped the shit out of a silly bitch while preaching non violence Grab her purse and car keys, take her phone, put my number in it Told her call me on her day off and then I skate off "What do you do for a living?" Tryna OD is my day job Went to college but they kicked me out for simple stupid shit Like stabbing my professors and slipping bitches some Rufilin Voices inside my head is where this fucking evil's rooted in One man that does the job of twenty, hooligans and mexicans Like fuck it, mask on Lucha Libre that's if we wrestling Then fuck it, mask off Yeah, this danger is a prerequisite I'll let this settle in like sediment, sunk to the bottom man I do the dirty work and rebound like Dennis Rodman man While y'all recoup and regroup from taking "L's" like Mrs. Rodham My best friend's a Klonopin Kinda kind but i"m kinda sick Connoisseur of the contraband, constantly crying for a fix First I'll start with a gram or two but one turns into 36, then 36 turns into 72, you get the picture boo This my distasteful brew, disturb the news like fagots sending nudes Am I offending you? This feces flow is fluid, I'm the shit Facetious bars you spit, I'm not convinced, I don't believe you bitch I'm just a nihilist, force feeding you Niacin to heat your shit up 'cause it's lukewarm I use your mixtape as a coaster to sit my drink on I'm using you as an example of what I could never be on I use your bitches face as a place I can sit my dick on Fucked her then I sent her to the store to get some Backwoods A pack an hour later, Strawberry Fantas and Frito Lays She dip, I'm running through her shit I'm out before she noticed it The Pope and Anti-Christ mixed I'm one hell of a contradiction Sending salutations from somewhere private, experimenting Prehistoric evolution, T-Rex to a salamander Meaning rappers used to be monsters but now they basement dwelling, brand selling, peddling [?] Made products, like it's Pelle Pelle Check the tag, if I don't see no logo nigga I'ma blast Fire on the that ass, go 'head with that trash Smokin' that sufferin' succotash While I'm gone off the [?] |
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