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lirik lagu stick in your spokes – biinjo

[chorus]
do you even know what planet i’m on?
do you even know why i’m writing this song?
start to believe it, you’re going along
with the sh*t i rap ’bout, but don’t hand me the bong
i don’t smoke
do you think that this sh*t is a joke?
well it probably is, put a stick in your spokes
lay you out on the pavement, your nose stayin’ broke

[verse 1]
shut yo’ ass up, kick rocks
everybody going along, you get blocked
tyin’ up yo neck in a noose, a big knot
i’m hopin’ by the end, all of your blood clots
that’s tough, rap fast, can’t see through my bluff
when i’m makin’ money, i can’t make enough
gonna have to throw away this dumb luck
i don’t even need it, i go off the cuff
call me an assh0l*, i’m sh*ttin’ on f*ckers
sorry, that bar was disgusting, i’ll suffer
the consequеnces, learn my lesson
run it all back, bout to havе a recession
i’m gettin’ angry, i’m lookin’ like benson
mordecai, rigby, regular session
never forget it, but i gotta mention
that i am the king of the underground presence
gotta give praise to the best
sh*t, that’s me, put the rumours to rest
i don’t gotta testify, don’t sit and jest
and laugh at the others who claim they could mess with the answer
cut that sh*t out, call it cervical cancer
the way my words move, you could call me a dancer
this sh*t magnified, like on steroids, enhancer
i don’t f*ck with these b*tches, i ain’t no romancer
[chorus]
do you even know what planet i’m on?
do you even know why i’m writing this song?
start to believe it, you’re going along
with the sh*t i rap ’bout, but don’t hand me the bong
i don’t smoke
do you think that this sh*t is a joke?
well it probably is, put a stick in your spokes
lay you out on the pavement, your nose stayin’ broke

[verse 2]
i be eatin’ sh*t up like mcdonald’s
tell me she lovin’ it, offered to swallow
but i pull that sh*t out, b*tch, we ain’t gon’ doddle
i’ll pay for the uber, need you out here pr*nto
if you tryna catch my drift
the only thing you end up with is a fist
in your jaw, i’m such a lyrical kid
flow i just wrote shouldn’t even exist
breakin’ the laws of physics
hopin’ that soon, the lord forgive me
but if he doesn’t, it don’t really matter
just changed my religion, i’m awfully picky
she wanna hit it, got time for the quickie
i f*cked her then dipped, now i’m roamin’ the city
now ‘nother b*tch tryna come offer her kitty
got clarity now, b*tch, she swing and she miss me
assassinate lyrics, i’m feelin’ like booth
just got some bands, now i cop me a coupe
sportin’ a lincoln, can’t ford what i’m thinkin’
gotta put on these shades ‘cus i’m feelin’ too cool
this sh*t is gonna be such a disaster
this sh*t gon’ be the first song on the platter
keep my face hidden, don’t want that sh*t plastered
i’m too d*mn good with rappin’, i’m the master

- biinjo

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