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rottendotcom - lunar c lyrics

[verse 1]
living out my dreams while you live within your means
they’re not in my league, should be tripling my fees
this sh*t ain’t appealing if it don’t get the p’s in
flip it till my jean pockets splitting at the seams
rappers pay for features and get bodied on songs
had childhood traumas, acting like nothing was wrong
observed and implemented my early influences
i got a lot from what i watched on rotten.com
dropped a tab in a hip flask and drank the lot
masked up, dragging a big axe
and i got body parts stashed in a bin bag
i’ll dash it off a cliff and my conscience is intact, i laugh it off
i am some man for one man
i just am a b*st*rd, was unplanned
gang camе looking like dawn of the dead
two еxtra holes in the bally for the holes in my head
lunar c, all praise due to me, if you disagree then say something
spent all the money i made from music, i can’t save nothing
that sh*t was getting blown from early like kanye’s cousin

[chorus]
i did a song with jesus and put the devil on the remix
at school, i told my teachers they’re never gonna be sh*t
i did a song with jesus and put the devil on the remix
at school, i told my teachers they’re never gonna be sh*t
[verse 2]
i don’t know my own strength like lennie from of mice and men
i k!ll everything i touch time and time again
promoter used an old picture on the flyer and i didn’t look like this then
the bouncer wouldn’t let me in to my event
you p*ssies know that i’m iller
cut my h*rns off, now they’re growing back bigger
bars cryptic so they won’t catch it like the zodiac k!ller
f*ck the pigs like that first episode of black mirror
you kids are too keen to be successful
before you learn your craft, i’m tryna teach you the essentials
on reaching your potential
tough love, i’m not even being disrespectful
i’m the leader of a death cult
i’ve been eating good, i’m running out of belt notches
swell pockets, every time i move
i’m losing pounds but i’m not health conscious
bars got ’em screw*facing like they can smell dog sh*t
you was on the top but you fell off it
you’ll get held hostage, i’ll set a ransom for fifty quid
your life’s not even worth that, your family wouldn’t give a sh*t
pre social media, we’d sit and smoke
watching bumfights and bluetoothing beheading videos

- lunar c lyrics

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