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amazing inelegance - selfmxdebless lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
haze

[verse]
testing like a f*ckin’ quiz, i’m bout to break your f*ckin’ biz’ (uh*huh)
this the type of sh*t that makes you wanna slap a b*tch (yeah)
and tell those wh0re*y c*nts to suck my nuts while their knees gettin’ sore (sore, n*gga)
break into your f*ckin’ house, have a chainsaw to your nose (yeah)
who the f*ck are these n*ggas? all i see is f*ckin’ clones
roamin’ around like some roaches, gettin’ bogus, havin’ no bonus
b*tch, i turn a p*ssy to a f*cking disabled b*tch
have him swarm his arms around like he looking for a bagel, b*tch
this lil’ n*gga is unable to join our site (uh*huh)
don’t you step closer to me, n*gga, i will f*ckin’ bite
and snap your neck until it’s bleedin’ on sight
k!ll your f*ckin’ animal, rеst in h*ll, f*ckin’ dyk*
i’m in the f*ckin’ booth, tеaring up like a cat on a couch
b*tch, i’ll chine ya’, got the f*ckin’ bats in my mouth (ding*dong)
with the d*mn saliva, swarm around in this b*tch like a mouse (huh)
give a f*ck if your b*tch’s dead, n*gga, i’ll tear off her blouse
easy bread, can’t be fed, i’ma open up your crib then kick you out (uh*huh)
and throw a f*ckin’ blender at your face when you walkin’ out (yeah)
breathe in and out, n*gga, i’m close to you now
so i can stab those f*cking lips if you wanna get loud
f*ggots like kris tyson watchin’ dr. disrespect in alignment
they’ll f*ck around and get dan schneider to pass their assignments
just bought a f*ckin’ d*ld* for your p*ssy, sell your body and shut the f*ck up
and have all these f*ckin’ uncles cum tribute to your plastic ass b*tt
call me evil, well, f*ck it, i’m already half demon
you crazy ass f*gs had me bleedin’
got me trouble sleepin’, maybe i’m just insane, am i reaching? (uh*huh)
or is it just these thoughts that be in my mind creeping?
anyways, f*ck everyone on this planet, no love i can hand it (no love)
everyone that hears me can suck my skully d*ck and ham it
you know what? f*ck you, and f*ck those people in your family
and f*ck your dirty ass mother, i’m livin’ when she cannot be (smoking on her)
just, shut the f*ck up, (sh*t, b*tch) old ass f*cking f*ggot (hoe)
[part ii]

[intro]
“all we have is three suspects flying scars over their faces”
(laughter)

[verse]
can’t be f*ckin’ with these creatures on the videos, n*gga (uh*huh)
break your t**th and they will fall out, have a cheerio, n*gga (yuh)
touch a p*ssy*ass beat then i’m gon’ keep it slow, n*gga (uh*huh)
why the f*ck this b*tch be loud? she really be a hoe, n*gga (what?)
now i feel like chris brown how i just beat that hoe, n*gga
tickle your belly b*tton, yes, i feel that hole, n*gga (uh*huh)
see that lint inside your p*ssy, you need bleach and soap, n*gga (what?)
go and f*ck someone’s daughter infront of the police, lil’ n*gga
i’ma swing my f*ckin’ d*ck just like a drake leak, n*gga
luckily, i’m a minor on this great beat, n*gga (a minor)
take a n*gga’s f*ckin’ soul, you know he’ll pray me, n*gga (uh*huh)
shoot at you just like you trump doin’ that same speech, n*gga (yeah)
don’t be sayin’ i need to talk, b*tch, all i do is scream, n*gga (what?)
these vocals are like full clips, your class is empty, n*gga
with that red beam, n*gga, i be sprayin’ cream, n*gga
i don’t need your words, boo, you a f*ckin’ jigga (you jiggaboo)
you a f*ckin’ monkey, eat that p*ss’ ass chicken for dinner
how i got these f*ckin’ crackers referrin’ me as a winner
target at me for sinnin’, everyone’s a sinner (yuh)
just like you smokin’ dope and be off that liquor
oh, what’s the plan? n*gga, f*ck my plans (ugh, huh)
i ain’t need nothing else, turn everything to sand
can filled up with beer, you n*ggas tastin’ that bland sh*t (yuh)
sfb, we f*ck every men and women, we landin’
best believe, i’m a villain, k!llin’ rabbits in this room (yuh)
that n*gga is a f*ggot how he actin’ like a coon
meanwhile, i’m f*cking my f*ggots ’til the day i’m passin’ through
ginger is backwards “n*gga”, so redheads are blacker too (you black b*tch)
[chorus]
i got a cigarette, amazing inelegance (hold on, yuh)
fat b*tch weighs more pounds than an elephant
catchin’ all of you c*nts just like a british man
stabbin’ like london, these blades be sittin’ in
i got a cigarette, amazing inelegance
fat b*tch weighs more pounds than an elephant
catchin’ all of you c*nts just like a british man
stabbin’ like london, these blades be sittin’ in (ah)

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