Correction Paroles TWENTYTHREE THIRTYNINE par Istasha

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Rush the bidniss up 2 mehico
You a muppet im the animol
You dont own my t**le
IM A CRATER SENT FROM A PAYPHONE
I COULD FLY OUT BUT I WOULD DIE OUT
You dont own me sh*t you F**K
NEVER DID I PUMMLE ITLL TAKE ME F**KING MILLIONS

Set your pin down like a cover slip
Slipping out the words a motherf**ker clip out to pa** on all your deficits
Harboring adrenaline chakra out don’t think about it
Pulse supplied surprised up from the project a Mannequin
Every patch of plasma reside and dig down a layer in it
Every pitch a prism abide the picture til prayers ended
Pop
Blade in silent
Shoeless like a faint a**ailant
New plane concrete slide

Open your battery, I can establish the f**kers been leaking of acid whatever
Stop as the batch ends up reaching the core, that’s defeat, that’s he tribute with semen
Swimming and catch a body, you’re gonna float withhout precision
Ruin that aim Wilhelm blow to the brain brain that’s just the lack of inhibition
Ultraviolet stains covers all your favourite tissue
But you beg for it, you f**king beg for it
Plaqueade, pig squirming thru the blockade
Ain't you just a b*t*h so f**king quit it, you ain't nothing
Scoped out, down town in the crawlspace
Armed up chunking all my memory to Rot waves

Radiation path, lake of radiated ash
Gonna Make him take the rads he emaciated ma**
Red dot zone, blocked out radar and the map
F**k I get no stop, cop a lazer make a bag

Large forceps
Your girl called
She want more sex
Nuke warhead
Mecha Make the world stop
Bomb beaches
Hunt the far reaches
F**ks is not even
Im Boutta make the strap hop

Magazine bust
In your room getting buried with your Magazine smut
Def con this a tragedy f**k
Nyrlethotep deciever cuz you actually suck
Love crafting these lines
They dapping me up

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