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The Evening Service
- What is happeningggg...
- Too much dampening
- On these sad beats with more pads than ink
- So I attack the strings
- As you bow to the heir
- a hair’s
- breadth away
- from gripping the bow stick
- and shoving the whole tip
- down your F hole bitch
- ah fiddlesticks
- who’ll get that re fer ence
- It aint meant for simps
- But my sons will stretch their necks for it
- Like a baby bird begging for some sustenance
- before I kick them out the nest (umph)
- till their aint none left
- Yeah you can call me a dick but it’s bye bye birdy
- And all you trike dykes
- I know you heard me
- As you try to take flight but kick up dirt cheap
- As you hit the earth going max Travelocity
- [hook]
- Continue learning from this sermon and by verse three you might be worthy to maybe curse me
- But you’ll never hurt me cause even on a terse beat I got enough wording to dish you another serving then leave like just desserting
- I can’t determine why I wanna keep these bodies burning
- But for certain I desire a pyre for everyone who’s thirsty for syrup mixed with codeine
- Yeah I’m a dope fiend without the coke weed
- And even if I don’t speak
- I’d still be considered the cho king
- Like Carradine on a dope beat
- They say actions
- speak louder than words
- So when I say fuck you
- i’m flipping the bird
- like brit chicks
- before 94
- You say you’re pimpin’
- Learn some new verbs
- Always late with a term
- kinda like your birth
- Proves you were being killed
- before you hit the earth
- Now here comes the fini
- sher not so delicious when I administer the final rights at 29 but fate is blind and I dare to play satan when day turns to night
- Fuck a hook you’re gonna take this right
- Like an uppercut from the side
- Cause it’s do or die
- I never lose so why
- You wanna prove that I’m
- The guy
- Who’s the reason for your suicide
- The undisputable when it comes to producing funerals
- I’ll still be juvenile when I’m like 82 and so I’ll be exhuming all the zoomers in the future just to remind them that the feeling is mutual
- It’s the end of the rhyme so as usual it’s time
- [2:32]
- To spit and split syllables
- drop bombs little boy
- I’m lit who’s gonna be the first to git it no misgivins
- I’m simply not stopping it’s not possible stop your nonsense hoe
- fuck the obstacles I’m illogical Nas togical
- not nominal atomical while you’re armed with pharmalogicals
- but can’t stay topical a lotta bull can’t top my arsenal of harming words
- cause I got the balls to make a whole song canonical
- raising every follicle when I follow ya
- spit like a tommy gun while ominous I’m all in this acropolis like a dominus
- promising a lotta drama when I turn on ya like Dahmer
- they’ll have found ya in the sauna along with sons and daughters
- they won’t say I never brought it gonna stain this whole carpet like a brain met a parti
- san, call me the scarlet charlatan cause I’ll be covered in blood and high on tonic when
- I bludgeon a harlequin armed with a volume of hooked on phonics
- kinda ironic but I rock onyx nice ice call it mnemonic
- once I don it I’ll be the king of targets but I want it cause I’m starvin’ and I’ve barely even started
- so all you artists you’re my garden and it’s time to harvest.
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