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punched up (eng) - fiesta lyrics

[intro:]
aaaa uuuu, i just shat myself (what the f*ck, godd*mn mouth)
ugh, it stinks like f*ck
either the cat p*ssed itself or, f*ck knows, honestly
no, for real, what a stench. jerk (f*ck, again)

[verse 1:]
d*mn, stock preset, i don’t change the set
bless that, i’m used to it — percocet
rising fast, there’s a concept in my head
face*to*face with el — best duet
your rap’s defective, you’re all like cultists
i’m the adapter for you disciples
dropped dead like bugs, and i ain’t even used raptor
i’m my own author
down low — under, jumps like a salamander
sound harmony in me — mantras
broke but not uganda, naked — facts
naked truth in lyrics, dumbass, like ronaldo
brander, loud like thunder
my homies in their prime
red eyes, not from lime
snot like withdrawal
flow from ku klux klan — flawless
holy like a campus full of holes
f*cked your grandpa, i’m like krampus
this sh*t — no plunger can fix it
[verse 2:]
(ahahahah, detroit)
these bros got a heatwave — they wanna drill
bro sent a demo, but i hit delete
you’re my sh*t — i didn’t flush you
i got a crack recipe, got the book with me
bro’s sippin’ lean — we got a pink tee
ain’t “gold” no more, but got monkeys in my head
don’t teach me, dumbass, i’m not your nursery rhyme
hope this summer slaps like f*ck
f*cked a dude from the ghetto
a hungarian is stealing my lines
we’re cooking — not cutlets
between the legs — baguettes
saw el’s p*n*s — and it was excellent
hung up — then hung myself
rope, head, little pig
i hate rappers who yap about jersey club sh*t
i just dropped bars
my d*ck bald like one*punch man
s*m*nko’s b*st*rd son — glad i got a machos with me (and a macho girl)

[verse 3:]
freedom for arab women — they’re getting f*cked by f*cking arabs
sh*t*talking and avant*garde, you weren’t ready
el like scissors — caught someone yesterday
like a people — i have hands
i’m a wh0rehouse, in the bandlab b*tches
always with ya — i’m like a cookie
wanna be immortal like cookie
[outro:]
ki*ki*ki*ki*ki kikimoras (aaaa yaaaa pff)
detroit forever 2 (eeeee yay)
this sh*t got it all: jerk (y), detroit, lazer dim
and some ticking sh*t in the background — it’s p*ssing me off
(and yehor the spider) f*ck off (you f*ck off)
d*mn, too early
d*mn, yeah
yeah, shoulda done that fade*out
f*cking beatmaker’s a dumbass

- fiesta lyrics

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