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lirik lagu dribble fuck – mweez

[verse: mweez]
yo
here i go again with this dribble f-ck of a mind state
show the under coat of this ballistic 12 gauge
shatter the sh-ll and scat as words boast and blast
all to get across my vantage point ready to stack
the words i throw into a line stay unsurp-ssed
throw you in the closet tell am i was har-ssed
trapped just long enough to call it filthy trash
not me the girl the one who sat there with a d-ck in her -ss
what a walk home this is goin to be she began to explain walkin so slow
just leaving bait for this b-tch to become an abductee in the rain
if she can make it the lucky b-tch who gets caught between me and mr. mark twain
but i doubt that -ss gonna go through as what sarah palin had with governor mccain
tryin my hardest to leave that -ss doused in novacane
but its times like these that leave society to blame
this one man war, scolded by skeptics, leave doubters inside their homicide bed cribs
death drips, all to abandon this maniacal blood trips in the covenant ark burried along with moses
get the loose, only 40 cents don’t speak to me you don’t make any sense
i rather spend your change and give myself the 6th sense
the power to slap any b-tch senesless
unless you want this shameless simple r-t-rded famelesss sh-t within your air head
don’t ask to break bread before yo found dead between yo mamas legs covered in brain-dead cerebrospinal fluid
like a level 50 druid, hammer smash yo face, and get sent to jail cause cannibal corpse wouldn’t do it
but i don’t c-m blood, the blood is already there, you just happen to be in the vicinity when i decide to blast
but not like the luck of a hare gonna run up fast, and catch whatever comes out of my head, better make that sh-t last
cause unlike you i don’t come last in the race, i’m the guy holdin the trophy that says number one on the face of the planet
just better sit there planted on the ground mounted ready to be sent 6 feet under ground just before i blow up your casket
even the flask you hold in your basket spills the bitter waste, clings you to the motive of being an alcoholic
the misadventures of being a metabolic in the fixture of a n-gga the baltics
a dog with mange having the call of ticks
not the call a cthulhu cause even that b-tch can’t seem to stay awake as you do try to be shot caller
get sent to a world unknown of scholars, hoodwinks and ballers, even the dead weight on your neck will never falter
awaken to a dream yet reality, not the discomfort known to a miss congeniality
cause beauty behind a mask, is only plastic deep once it touches skin and a acidic form of gl-ss
cause you can’t hide p-ss a masquerade, the erratic emotional equivalence to a parade will keep you like the underlying
of a lion in the den ready to pounce on the prey
even daniel will sh-t bricks once he prays and realizes jesus isn’t there
and all that little tw-t can say is what a dribble f-ck of a mind state that i have to bare
what else can i do but sit and stare on a stool making the witch from bel air turn into mr. freddie aster

[shay]
uh yeah, mc weezy

[mweez]
truths, truths

- mweez

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