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ALL DUNGEONS NO DOORS
Kill Bill: The Rapper
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I got fleas in the basement
Here's hoping they don't jump
Sitting crooked in the dump
Pimpin's live it how you ride it
Ain't no cushion in the trunk
I got a big bag
Now I need the bigger one
It's only if you got it
They don't care where you get it from
It's purple in the vision
Splitting wigs off the frequencies
I'm out here smoking dope
Sitting comfy where my demons be
You never lose what you don't play
Never prove what you don't say
The less you movะต what's next to you ingrains in you
Oh you don't say
I pray for you
What's crazy is the pipelinะต to a stranger's breath predestined
A sinister quip to most angel ask a questions
On the surface poking needles through
The floor was lined stalagmite
Talking, smoking mirrors
Just to glorify the backlight
P's and Q's careening through
Trapped inside the red tape
Riff 'em out our comfort zone
With nothing but some dead apes
Cradle by the chest aches
Cinder block, the lullaby
First I find solutions then I send them off to fucking die
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They just want to poke you 'til a mothafucka' bleed
All dungeons
Suffocate me baby, I don't want to fuckin' breathe
No doors doors
They just want to poke you 'til a mothafucka' bleed
All dungeons
All I see is locks without a mothafuckin' key
No doors
Honestly, I'm Jumpstreet
I ain't buying none of that
Forest through the trees, fuck it
I can find a lumberjack
It's nothing to me, 3 piece it is fucking dinner time
I couldn't hear your merit over all the fucking "Give me mine"s
0-2 I'm genuine
Float from out the basement lair
You can't make them like you the least you could do is make them stare
Chafing up the baker's hands
I'd rather stand for nothing than to stand for you, so take a stand
Blast body, paper hands
Hanging off the vapor strands
Every step is pagan
Get to shaking homie
Make your friends
I ain't tripping off some ducats
I'm questioning your life and how you live with all those fuck-its
I'm so serious
I'm not so fucking with that
Your hand was stuck on the handle
That shit was stuck in my back
They never love when you livin'
They only love when you rap
I made a promise to myself
I'll never double it back
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They just want to poke you 'til a mothafucka' bleed
All dungeons
Suffocate me baby, I don't want to fuckin' breathe
No doors doors
They just want to poke you 'til a mothafucka' bleed
All dungeons
All I see is locks without a mothafuckin' key
No doors
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