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lirik lagu legend of the ass scratcher – lil air conditioner

[verse 1]
software, what?
motherf*ckers minin’ crack like it is minecraft
high as f*ck and walkin’ through abandoned ass mineshafts
yeah, yo, hе’s back in mountainous terrain
nothing out here morе baked than brain
all eyes on you as you p*ss in the snow, woah
pourin’ down into a pond that you drink though
“what the formidable sh*t? that’s nasty”
oh, it sure is, but that’s life when you live on a

[bridge]
cracked fuel source, a meal of first course
that’s me riding a horse, now, he’s running back and forth
now i found a f*cking goat, gave him a shield to reinforce
and now i smoke another bowl, now i’m out of control again
[verse 2]
adrenaline runnin’ through my veins
conspiracies in neurons within my brain activate
running through the skies which i navigate
wait, who are those fellas just beyond my motherf*cking gate?
“we are the agents, we know very well
create, destroy, evaluate those who oppose ourself
but instead of step two, we see something in you
aid us in the work and you’re due to pursue
a career full of economy shows up in your face”
he questions if he takes it, ’cause no more crack cocaine
instead, thoughts run through his head, he has a plan in mind
what if he just multi*tasks all the d*mn time?
tasked to secretly record an enemy
ended up flushing the toilet and revealed my positioning
tasked to operate a forklift on the f*ckin’ job
i crashed, knocked down a shelf after smokin’ crack on the job
tasked to meet up with an undercover cop
first action was to yell out, “you’re an undercover cop?”
tasked to partake in a sting operation
i got arrested, not the lad that i’m stinging
tasked to undergo first aid training
on the second day, i scratched my ass until i was bleeding
higher*ups of the agency stopped believing
as my once seen potential has started receding
tasked to simply sort different types of sent packages
yet, his high ass just caused more damages
with cameras monitoring ’round my f*cking room
my boss finally told me, “get your ass outta here”
[instrumental break]

[verse 3]
the legend of the ass scratcher is now reality
he’s sworn to the mountains within his vicinity
the affinity to negativity
his responsibility drained out by lack of reliability
why did he think that?
that entire verse was a reflection of him, but why did you think of him like that?
oh, right, his brain is cooked
like a fried egg that was fried in a microwave
like a pine tree that was built manually
like a gaming computer infected with malware
like a sports car that’s a three*wheeler

[instrumental break]

[pre*chorus]
like a fried egg, fried in the microwave
like a pine tree that was built manually
like a sports car that’s a three*wheeler
like a cheese pizza ordered from little caesars

[chorus]
in the cold ass mountains, there was someone left intact
a crack*addicted, smokin’, ass scratcher mastering a craft
he didn’t mind the temperature, in fact, that’s why he’s trapped
all the crack cocaine supplementing his broken ass laugh
at best, he’s less
high up in society, still below those cleaning port*a*potties
variety of his own anxiety
is leaving stallman to fight for more propriety
[verse 3]
there is n0body up here facing sobriety
the more crack i snort, the more speed i transport
hiking through my obstacles with ease like i’m mr. bean
sliding on the ice like i’m wiping, like mr. clean
take another hit to ease pain from the cold
i’m wandering into a place no man’s been before
the top of the mountain, the height of my goal
the last destination before my heart attacks, back in the cold

[outro]
yes, that means he got a heart attack and he’s now dead
in the top of the mountains
he’s dead, what can i say?
how could he survive that? he’s dead
like he’s literally dead, he died, he’s dead
this beat keeps going on, but he’s dead
literally he’s dead, he can’t talk, he’s dead

- lil air conditioner

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