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lirik lagu violin-ce – duke a.g.

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on my cleats every time i step up to the plate
on my beat every time i step up to the base
on my feet every time i step up to the race
off my seat every time i step up in yo face
i don’t play around, no i don’t play no games
you can ask around, but they don’t know no names
they only know the flame, i stay written, know the aim
stays h-ttin, novacaine, stay spittin, no the fame
stays hidden, page written, same sh-t and know no change
the game sittin, waitin’ and, painfully for no fame
my page flippin’, k-trippin, wasting, and p-rno’s playing
my bae sittin, waist hip and, say sh-t, but you’re no saint

yeah i’m back in a wh-r-s bed
salami like a boars head
betta yet a boars leg
like a boar shin
get it yet, abortion
cut it out, sure thing
ok let me get my four things
saw, scalpel, hatchet, and accordion
these are my fortunes
instruments of murder, i’m laying em like coffins
you may resume with a little bit of caution
cut em up like portions, huh
i coulda sworn i slit the b-tch’s cl-t
reached in, i compromised, pulled out 3/5s
of a human being but the human being sick
oh god, wrong hole, babies white, this is sh-t
my bad, was that racist, you sore ended
splendid, i penned it off some pennsaid, end it
pensive awful sensitive rear end it’s, offensive, pen this
you ever punch yourself in the face just to feel something new?
no i ain’t f-ckin around, this the sorta sh-t that i do
on a regular basis, till i see nothing but blue
cause i’d rather see it than feel it, i am pic-sso in youth
i paint my picture’s with truth, i take my sphincters with boots
yall can expect an -ss whoopin before i step out this booth
yall can expect a fast rook, forwards, the way that i move
yall can expect a cr-ss crooked -sshole spitting at you
no, seriously i’m done with this
every time i write a track
i fumble, f-cking mumble it
every time i kill a beat
i do it with the subtlest
puns, bars, and puddles spit
touch his bars with oven mitts
sh-t is f-cking coveted
you ain’t touchin none of it
sh-t is an agreement
word to definition covenant

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