
faint gurgle - odprophet lyrics
[chorus: odprophet]
i’m the truth, your b*tch speakin’ in confession booths
she meet me under crescent moon, she freak me in the dressing room
they spooked (spooked), i’ve been geeked in a fluorescent tomb
my soul’s an iridescent plume of smoke, my face is destitute
i’m cooked (cooked), baby, f*ck me with an attitude
b*tch, how can i be mad at you? she suck me in a padded room
a crook (a crook), boy, my jacket short a strap or two
been known to pack a strap, shooters crazy, what the cash done do
[verse 1: odprophet]
put silver arms into my jacket, call me griеvous, ho
if my gang went out and racket, it’s gon’ leavе a hole
lil b*tch is a giraffe, she got the deepest throat
and shorty don’t relax, she throw it back until my p*n*s broke
believe it, if she trippin’, just correct her with an asterisk
call me megatron ’cause i might just have to blast a b*tch
lil’ fine sh*t, keep on asking me whose ass is this
blunt between my lips so i just pulled it out and ask, the sh*t
i leave imprinted’s vicious, sippin’ lemon and hibiscus
you out here tellin’ everyone your business, i’m keepin’ this simplistic
bear witness, you wouldn’t wanna miss this, i ball out ’til i’m leavin’ with my wrist slit
they ask me what i’m into, i just swing my swords like yoshimitsu
and just split you up the middle like a ginsu when it hit you
and these perkies got me droolin’ out my mouth like i’m a dire wolf
bull invigorates in front your house until my tires cooked
[chorus: odprophet]
i’m the truth, your b*tch speakin’ in confession booths
she meet me under crescent moon, she freak me in the dressing room
they spooked (spooked), i’ve been geeked in a fluorescent tomb
my soul’s an iridescent plume of smoke, my face is destitute
i’m cooked (cooked), baby, f*ck me with an attitude
b*tch, how can i be mad at you? she suck me in a padded room
a crook (a crook), boy, my jacket short a strap or two
been known to pack a strap, shooters crazy, what the cash done do
[verse 2: odprophet]
put the needles through your skin like i was pinhead
b*tch, you and your lady look related, y’all is inbred
i’m quick to pull a .40 and unload it on a skinhead
and i ain’t really trippin’ if they hit me, b*tch i’ve been dead
get rich or die tryin’, b*tch, i’ve got the heart of a lion
if you trippin’, i just flip him with the iron, like a sk!llet, i just fry him (uh huh!)
don’t know why they even tryin’ to breathe in all this ether i’m supplyin’, don’t you know this sh*t is science?
ho, your sh*t is basic, your higher power blessed you with a heart and misplaced it
your body is a vessel for a soul but i’ma take it
boy i just evict ’em with a bullet, leave it vacant
i be actin’ chill as f*ck on the low though i’m the landlord
you really die for nothin’, you ain’t got something to stand for
she actin’ like a sl*t, then what the f*ck she got a man for?
catch me in the tuck and i stay strapped and got a can for (pop, pop)
[chorus: odprophet]
i’m the truth, your b*tch speakin’ in confession booths
she meet me under crescent moon, she freak me in the dressing room
they spooked (spooked), i’ve been geeked in a fluorescent tomb
my soul’s an iridescent plume of smoke, my face is destitute
i’m cooked (cooked), baby, f*ck me with an attitude
b*tch, how can i be mad at you? she suck me in a padded room
a crook (a crook), boy, my jacket short a strap or two
been known to pack a strap, shooters crazy, what the cash done do
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