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bird pie - spit (aka spitlaflair) lyrics

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this wild thing blow his snout, eat no brussel sprouts
spit upon my momma photo right before my mind go out
have this next line for my man and his mono
making sure that he do listen to my music and his b-tch

my grit is not a fickle food upon a shifting plate
i f-ck a fortune teller in the face for the fate
f-ck with no moirai, razor wire is my cutting thread
and even after death, this name be standing running bread

the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo
the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo

pull up, step out
silencio in the alley
dbt in chinatown, the world just be the valley
a crow, came down the walk
he did not know i saw
he bit an angle worm in halves
and ate the fellow, raw

my grit is not a fickle food
upon a shifting plate
i f-ck a fortune teller in the face for the fate

hustle
hustle
hustle
hustle

the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo
the crew turn into crows and we’ve started eatin hoes
bones buried in the snow, make the scene just like fargo

- spit aka spitlaflair lyrics

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