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lirik lagu introduction – creepy susie

rappers are stupid rappers are p**py rappers are doody
rappers are dumbasses who won’t answer back on the group me
rappers are phonies, rappers are jocks, c*cks, chicken pox
rappers just smell bad, they should change their friggin socks
rappers are pigs and rapists, most rappers are not prison escapists
rappers often figure themselves famous
rappers are insane, not in the mucus membrane
pretend they’re in intense pain, fell off the swing, leg sprained
rappers are twelve, rappers dwell in bougie bas*m*nts
and spray sh*t on beats that reeks of true complacence
rappers are doofuses, susie stays raw to bark at them, and
from her black blade, catch a feyd*rautha harkonnen
rappers are worms, don’t let them sandblast you with germs
they haven’t had a bath in the last couple galactic turns
rappers are t*rds, rappers are birds in pie crust
they wanna make the sublime flux, that’s just my luck
rappers are cucks, they wanna get the cashews
tell those nuts that sus said, “i’m gonna crack you,”
rappers suck at life like a sad vacuum
plus, they’re ugly, right? like its tough just lookin at you
back to the question of rappers as concessions
class is in session, have you b*ttered up and battered, bretheren
heathens and harpies, even the ones of old days
afrika bambatta touched kids, it’s not o.k.,
rappers better obey, you broke like a rolex
some rappers are ok, other rappers have no aim
shooting for the stars, from the sky get shot out
i’ll lift your f*cking body from the grass like a dog’s mouth
rappers aren’t that manly, they don’t have fat families
they couldn’t excell very well like stan lee
leaving rappers in the pantry, smother me with the pillow
suz had loose stillo like the loose weeping willow
oh, h*llo. you’re roleplaying with the devil
not any one of these blurred faces in the metro
death buried me with wet branches from the cherry tree
dig myself out, come back, black hair like sheryl lee
merrily wassail, therapy not jail, terribly
chalk*pale, checking that your sarcophagus got nails
hammer happily, prom queen was a catastrophe
she turned red all over and k!lled like kleatus kassidy
oh don’t flatter me, rappers are out of batteries
yall furbies don’t talk to me, at least not audibly
existential blockhead with a clock inside her arteries
dont start with me. susie drag you on the oddysey
never rap for novelty, but partially for comedy
waka flocka maka albarn, darn, i oughtta be
sharking bartlebys, swinging scythes through wannabes, plus their
pastures of progeny, like that serpent in the garden’s tree
that counselor taps out line breaks to shreds
plus she always looks like she just watched eraserhead

now, may i have permission to jam here?
cause this one’s just for the geeks like sam wier
a real brutal mans and a crucial manzeer
who moonlights as a yandere god d*mn queer
susie woosie, choosy amongst guns and uzis
but put you underwater like maguzzi, watch it, it’s a doozy
it’s a mee, socially quite splintery
alienation in my history, i’m martin mystery

none of you can see me, period
ghostest hostess, bring hoaxes in myriads
thievery for me about as easy as some elder scrolls
morrowind, lemme tell you what the real story is
wrote it on the fly like some in*flight wifi
for facts, noone gets past the mask like shy guy
just to get bye bye, or ghost with these spells of mine
mostly to avoid getting broke, on some elfen lied
, utilize doubts for benefits
not the mutual, shook out dupes for beautiful
nickels, dimes, what i need
sus cruise on, life run by greed
don’t pity this, thief sign, kinda mischevous
victims tend to wonder if she’s succubus or incubus
all it is is survival of the shiftiest
many nights spent web*weaving, it’s meticulous
work, i pitch in, to keep the truth hidden
like legends of the temple, moms rubbing her temples
for example, he bank level going south
but if i don’t admit, she won’t call me out
drop the tag, cop a bag for an obscene price
and be like, “that lady who rang me up really seems nice”
till her secretive encanta de santa anna
her moms enjoys the portrait till she checks it for the panorama
sooze canna go kablam with the grammar
stay outta the slammer somehow like joanne scammer
man the banners, scram with your little hammers
emcees bend at the knees and stammer off the stage

don’t stop to contemplate, quake in your enzymes
if you don’t want the weight, copy paste this 10 times
smoking why? shifty fingers with the broken eye
whispers, overly shy, like watashi ga motenai
rappers might like to seem eager but they’re quite meagre
i might joke around and bite open open mike eagle
used to do my hair up like david lynch
if david lynch looked like a crazy b*tch
flowing since the slowing of expansion
open your d*mn tongue, or else don’t be folding your hands on
the mic, if sus choose to jam one
you’ll catch her fans blowing grams from the scansion
a jerk ta who gets some perk t&a
just from being way too transient in my dna
have em seeing rebates just from being my teammate
sleep states, you die in the dream, never reawake
those who choose to be complacent pacing in deep sp*ce
all else emcees cremated in three statements
massachusetts, rhode island, connecticut
preemptively levy yourself a sedative, better: dip
you see? rhyming is all about deficits
poets can’t poet till they really let the letters in
that last one, i should probably re*write that
having trouble thinking fantano would like that
actually, dude, yeah, stay away
you know i grab the mic and its like a kamehameha wave
young kag*yama with the akira functions, out of my
lungs spitting hot rockets of substance, rocking your
ocular circumference, if not just to stop your bumbling
plus young dumbledore, who doesn’t stumble under lore
you poor babies, ardent to sorbet me
pardon the gore and gravy, it’s starting to get more savory
shocked to the core, they wanna cut with the four chords
you aren’t rocking the floor, you’re rotting under the floorboards

with the sore warlords, and spores from demure shores
i bore into norse lore, torch flora with obscure
oxidations, slowly roast over the blunt like
rust, on a chainlink fence, over the months

come up to a couple cellar doors, open them up
descend into the lair, smoldering dust, if you thought you
had me, you don’t know you’re f*cking with boo radley
her poetry is prissy but her raps is too nasty
loon lassie, luna looms like doom’s backseat
her truth’s detached, leak fluid from bruised acne
too itchy too scratchy, smoking, voice grew raspy
dr girlfriend hold flight like the great gadsby
break back geeks if they flinch, in a cinch make
mince meat out of any stupid b*tch beat
you’re f*cking with someone whose life is lucid*ish dream
cooking ludicrous schemes to evade responsibilities
open*heart surgery, metaphors, similies
rhyme book in a desk drawer full of millipedes
cl!ck clack, feel the kick back from the syllogy
up in bed, sick with disease, smoking sticks and seeds
depicting the wicker weave, the b*tch is mad locked
pace around muttering like sasquatch, spend about
15 hours of the day inside the laptop
promos in the dm, i dont see em with the ad block
all i have to say to any rapper is “relax, pops
you and i know, you’ll get inhaled like the nag chompa”
flowers break through the sidewalk with a yawn, people
say it’s beautiful, but it’s just blood and bones
and she feels, when people touch her, they feel stone
if any bloom burst, it’d still be alone
if any pollination should pop up within the wasteland
turn it to dust in your palm as a consolation
rap d*ck grayson, d*ck game impatient
to get a nut off, she keeps getting cut off
cut the beat… nah cut it for real
go ahead and cut it if that helps you heal
but when your chief worry is resisting yourself
put the bands on your hands, for the fiction of your health
and not just of your body, cause a part of it’s your mental
remember that razor used to sharpen your pencil
try to understand yourself if you’re too nervous
its only cause you’re looking for purpose within a world thats
absurdist, if your body hurts you through words
remember that violence can not write a true verse
that, is the curse, of evildoers
only death grows in the gardens of deceitful druids
thank you for chewing through this rap walkabout
its only cause some of these things are kinda tough to talk about
god d*mn, its not easy being the bard
in fact the bane of my existence is frequently hard
to stay inside the system, speaking in shards, basing my
definitions on fictions they ubiquitously charge
palm trees, calm peace, narragansett
beach, needles in the pharoh’s dancing feet
strong breeze, the jokes come upon me
nimrod son’s no son at all, g
run the wallgreens, ear buds lightning cables
grip papers and roll some scrolls like the fifth grayble

smoke, make the whip spin, get the mic, have a
conniption, and then im ghost like pynchon
i inched in from another dimension
all i gotta do is mention, they all start their engines
they wonder why i trouble much with the flesh here
i hit motherf*ckers like chloe moretz here

live from the ghost zone, susie phone home, in the misty
steaming gloam, playing with floam, paying with dome for
varying tomes, growing cheeba, plug like chibi
robo, oh no, she’s about to flood the dojo
she cops pakalolo from the dead like the dodo
kimono on the grotto,smoking froyo with quasimodo
and constantly broke until re*wrote tho like code lyoko
skate to kyoto with a pup named toto in a
tote bag, flow is gross like sweaty feet
rappers can’t get to me, they can only rest in peace
which tends to be an impressive feat when i’m compressing beats
and attracting heads to catch disease cause im such a s*xy
beast, gigadunk their ass, leave impressions in the concrete like
james quall, everybody’s blowing it, she retains a
boss b*tch body eating fist fulls of sodium
and stay spinning mad for nickels like nickelodeon
posted like spongebob, toasted like a kebab, hold the
mic in a sock, then swing it at you from the right till you sob
collect your tears with my charge beam
walk away stark clean , catch the boys, crack open some arsony
a real bad mamma jamma, it’s gruesome
i took two chimeras and i fused ‘em, hit em with lightning that moves them
the rock’s cooking what you smell is the brimstone
she intones semitones as her repertoire stems and moans
in confusion like an unholy doomsday
blow conventions off like a toupee, touchè
the loops may bruise if you lose way but i
hit em right back on a two*way
i made it rise from the dirt like a souflè
and people drive thru, scrambling for loose change
they take a sip, start to lisp, say “this brew’s strange”
its that time again, clock tower power mine again
find a hen, hit the coop like bob
fools might sob, they don’t really do it like god
odds are they don’t even, that’s why all my
people stay signing and scheming and rhyming and
stealing and sliming and screaming like demons
step to me wrong, lose a femur, i used to wear
ties, guess why my eyes look straight broken
i’ve been smoking since they robbed macaughley caulkin
it still feels like the cafeteria
even though by now i’m sposed to wax empirical, that’s satirical
i feel like the heisenberg principle
as soon as it’s time to get down to business i’m despicable
blunt got me like a baseball bat the face
fall flat, like pheifer when they made her call the cats
i’m all that and a slice of cheesecake
my parents sent me to college just to try freebase, that’s
ridiculous, that’s what my existence is
consisting of passages; all into the system’s fist
all hands on my back, no direction
professor, let’s just start the dissection
pest with the pad in the nest, susan warner
boomslang students smoking prudence on a lucid corner
and through the fog and the smog, susie demagogue
for every pollywog in the bog

pass the method, so we can start the madness
emcees like white wigs with the flagships
push a couple army guys around they call it tactics
wake up from the fantasy or suffer for your actions
her last wish is to bash the fascists
and let those people out of those bags dig?
ashes to ashes
eyes for eyes, lets turn back these mags, kids
and with our soldiers we can mangle the resistance
boomslang banging in your system with raw nerd
rope that’ll hang you from a distance like the f*ckin tele
phone, now, thanks for the assistance with those misfits on the
boat, we’ll take it right home safe
ain’t you ever learn to never corner up a lone snake?
listening to homeshake, listening to cortex, playing sonic
cd from within a seedy vortex

i’m f*cking with the gta mods in the real world
this concealed girl, looking yellow on the three referrals
to keep the curls, go to lengths like cis dudes
who claim problematic but they’re easily p*ssed prudes
and when you head to work your family doesn’t miss you
your kids are soaking up the f*cking kia like a swimming pool
your wife isn’t into you, plus she is a dude
she asked me for dinner and i ate the d*ck like it was food
the spinster’s rude, but she’s versed with h.d
we swim in the sea garden eating mad pastries
they be the su*s*i*e, the new lady
with that sh*t you can’t f*ck with

- creepy susie

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