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lirik lagu i am the narwhal – duke a.g.

yo, i just turned on my radio and heard the kings speech
no, not some colin firth, some ballin’ words about something he
came up with in like 5 minutes which is conflicting considering we, took one million to hack it, like the fbi holding a pin-key
get it, like the san bernardino phones, never mind
let me tell y’all why i sat down and wrote this sh-t, i heard em kill it, woke up, buenas noches kid, and now the notes is h-t, pitch is perfect, roach is lit
you been sleeping now the legend spitting notes you writ
you been napping now your rhymes are takin by greats
you wrote the misogynistic bar in 8th grade
first you was waiting for your b-lls to drop, great, wait
that sh-t happened, what you waitin’ for you fake waste
of sp-ce, that corset, corse its him, of course its fate
you ain’t made sh-t yet, yet you expect pay
5 years on two tapes, like dude wait, don’t movies, get made faster, like who’s make-in you wait to spew hate
cuz all i hear is dude g-ys can poo rays of kool-aid colored pink and blue rays like dvds but the new wave
im so ill i’m craving a capsule
ohh there a bottle of paxil, first i grab an axle
then i bust a window, in other words, i cap sills, i cap sills for capsule, f-ck me, this paxil is advil
i got a dented suit of armor in the armoire, right under the asian hooker, got a ch-nk in the armoire
you think thats crossing a line, i’m crossing more and more
railing em, grinding em, and i drop em at the corner store
im bout to raise sin
like a dry grape
im an ape king
im a primate
i am irate
yes, as i rate
these fine booty b-tches
they some prime eights
like eights in their prime, f-ck it, skip it
i make the gamestop
where the players play
y’all comin’ from the land where slayers slay and players hate
i’m comin’ from that land where payers pay and sayers say
thats a bank teller hey, we gonna save our weight and spray our spray
‘imma nut on your hips
what a waste of s-m-n
like a waist of s-m-n
i’m a pace an even
coating of this coding on your throat and if you make me seed then you can have the little f-cker if i came in antecedent
like early, prematurely, surely, this ain’t temple yet you smoking, philly, girly you ain’t nothing f-cking worthy of this early birdy’s worm he—spermy, crop is off the top like hermes, ahh
every missed take is a mistake
that’s why this sh-t takes just about 6 days
just to pen a song, and a sick day
for the depression when its winning, f-ckin’ ixnei
this sh-ts great but b-tch wait don’t get way, ahead of yourselves
you’re still spittin’ on a mixtape
sh-t, hey
it’s better than writing this out in the sixth grade
and letting em spit it before you can, that’s the trick, ‘ey
i’m a marine vet in muscle car
that’s a corps vet in a corvette, subtle huh
she giving road head, i’m speeding over b-mps and all
pull over on the shoulder like some shampoo, f-ckin’ raw
lets see what else we got
i talk sick like britney in 03
i’m hot lit on a litany of og’s
i’m hot sh-t like a litany of o’s p’s
will ya grab the hose please, i flow beast like kony’s
girls, oh geez, i’m so mean, i don’t mean
to be such a d-ck, but i am, if only
i could quit being a p-ssy, but i won’t be
i’d rather a p-ssy than an ob
see they want me to succ-mb and swallow
under the pressure, to suck c-m, and wallow
but i would rather go up b-m and hollow
i’m out of sh-t to spit, but i’m up one so follow
me as i lead you along this wordplay
okay, ready, lets go
got a wh-r- in the cellar
i’ll sell her
for a f-cking propeller
h-ll-i-copped-her like skrilla
like helicopter, h-ll i copped her
d-mn, this is still to fast, hold on
let me leave y’all with this
i’m takin a life tonight, it’s either his or me
probably me, consider all the f-cking misery
my mo is to leave em in a state of missouri
state of meth heads, not my methods, that’s an injury
that’s an injury, now the court is out
the face of history, go and break ya quarters out
i said the floor is out, judge is finished, wh-r-s mouth
so check ya p-n-s pumps cuz this d-ck worn out
get it, like worn outside of your clothing, like, i don’t, is this making sense, f-ck, i, i just give up, bye guys

- duke a g

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