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lirik lagu cold sore diggin the eye – mweez

desire got a mad itch, that i’m willin’ to scratch
a bad b-tch cup full of henny, makaveli in the back
you ridin’?
nah you just a kid, you writin’
bitin’ style like gaga piranha
madonna “wh0r-” witness to a messiah
kabbalists on the track from safed to jerusalem
what’s the use of abus-m-nt, or a noose its just an amus-m-nt ……ah?
waken up in the morning next to a
cold sore wh0r- that had been blowin’ me
i mean no
that was the average joe
cup without a brazilian sl-t
still look sick ill as f-ck
100% magnificent
kickin’ it challin’ in the back, ballin’
with elijah eyes low from the amount
of blow he been snortin’ from the night before
but even though
we insubordinate barfin’ upon a cordless
coors light and a heinekin with a mic and a couple of vicodins
yup, just the picture perfect mixture
like two d-cks in the b-tch inside of her just still beggin’ to fist her
underage drinka, like, hey mista
is there enough for me to get twistad?
im down with the biz
now let me take a swizz of that liqua
i’m into you if knew what i mean
but i do trick you just a used toothpick
with a coop full of tool drips

test me, like the way yo bestie tested my testis, full drive
no lie, sh-ts dried but you shoulda seen this sh-t earlier
curly-headed f-ck touched my drum set and i buried her
that’s a step brother m-th-r f-ckin metaphor
or is better to say like your little wh0r- daughter in a centerfold
did you catch it in the blink of an eye
like yo mother last night
iced up, caked down..
drapes up
so the neighbors can see inside
yup
they started a crowd
people talk to me like i’m the sh-t
is it real enough to call it respect
or just a hopeless regret to think that
i’m more than what you expect
nah f-ck that, call it neglect to my ego
believe though that all the sheeple
in the world actually deserves to cl-ssify themselves as people
suckin’ your best friend’s boy friend’s d-ck on the d-low
you answer your p-ssion
seems to be lost in a cashless has-been promoted by cancer
yup that what b-tch said
starrin’ deep, blood-shotted
no surprise, all i wanted was some head
she looked back it and said
how about some under shirt, over the bra sh-t instead?
the type a sentence that make a fella wonda
what’s the existence of her high school diploma?
but her aroma had me knee deep still willin’ ta bone ah
suprise, suprise
the devil in me was still willin’ to be a little rebel
but i would never ever dabble with sh-t i couldn’t handle
so i had the scandalous b-tch handle a handful of this d-ck
in fact i even p-ss her a manual to this sh-t
b-tch never had no long d-ck
she go learn today
what a disgrace
b-tch sucked my d-ck and when i went to take a pic
she made a f-ckin’ duck face
oh, so i got embarr-ssed so i just frosted up her t-ts
and left her lookin’ like a cup cake

free verse mweez

- mweez

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