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censors - black sans productions lyrics

[intro]
slowchestra music

[verse 1: black sans]
black sans, black bands
throwing money at a h*llmade ass
i wake up and i’m feeling like the man
in case you got dementia, granny, we gon’ send ’em up to heaven
mr. khalifa, at the hotel, rollin’ up
been popping sh*t since charlie was a jit with a bit of, uh
inspiration, all f*cks like i was angel dust
only straight one here, got the b*tches with the* (god d*mn!)
when i see evangelicals, it make me wanna get physical
shots take off like it’s literal, propaganda logisticals
you think they’d be satisfied with status, like i ain’t top of the chain
like i got caught at vvs when i was coppin’ the chain
’cause i got goals (set for death)
couple albums (discography)
snow bunnies (on my d*ck)
cheese on popcorn (mamma mia)
hazbin’s on a good run
mornrunning the game
got all the guests to come and scream my name (slowchestra music)
it’s black sans, check it

[chorus: dagames]
you’ve burned in the *n*ls of h*ll
so we lend you a hand to the open source
come seek in our plans as well
when the angels’ gore has run it’s course
peel the censors off the tape
’cause tonight, this is the time we rise
you’ve burned the key to the safe
so say welcome to the good life
you’ve burned in the *n*ls of h*ll
so we lend you a hand to the open source
come seek in our plans as well
when the angels’ gore has run it’s course
peel the censors off the tape
’cause tonight, this is the time we rise
you’ve burned the key to the safe
so say welcome to the good life (slowchestra music)
[verse 3: dax]
this is a tale of an angel who went insane
we lost an adam to an eve who jammed his back with a blade
tell the phim why she’s actually like such a b*tch
i got a couple screws loose, but i can’t fix it
but that ain’t never stopping us
biological arm with distain for that liberal garbage
and mumble rap nonsense, it’s
all rotting away, you’re rotten today
so just dance the night away
while i’m blowin’ a load of horrendous explosives
jokin’ while holdin’ a four legged tortoise
like mario, totin’ a peach in the open
boutta be washing your mouth all with soap and
i love it and hate it, for adam, it’s ready
the hawk tuah s*xin’ like mom on spaghetti
my mental labyrinth is choking and maybe
i might k!ll abel, cuz that b*tch is a baby
lappin’ a hunnid plus k!ll spree while rappin’
i’m bringin’ it back like the slaves in africa
don’t be afraid, ’cause i’ve got a good handling
but am i ready for vox or what he has in packaged
am i ready? war has begun, with america on me, i’m saying “f*ck kamala” (slowchestra music)
it’s dax!

- black sans productions lyrics

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