I
And that was when they just won
Oh
No shit they went to
Or since I'm son I melt the metaphor
The metaphors are melting
That all is belting
I heard you do
Yeah we've been for no help
Blunt time for lost your village
Three bad dreams that rat to tat-tat
Explicit Rick they can't come
Bad and fat as an elephant elegant
An eloquent no shit I'm full of skits
Don't dance with my elephants
Live like number X
But you'll remember X
Indeed you never remember
Don't contest the flex
Got you in spot like lens grafter
When you cut a disk
I burn you like bad grafter
After that you cannot think from me
But blast off similar to this
Ha!
But the repertoire
Kicked deadly with their rips
Shot your pocket like E.L.E.C
Now it's
Blunt time for lost your village
Mighty aftermath, once again, can't hold us back. Refuse, refuse, you lose.
Dead, attempts will be futile, it's way too brutal.
Hear it now, now ready to the X. Telling anyone who can't test the mighty aftermath posse.
Dead, attempts will be futile, it's way too brutal.
Exclamation point.
Mighty aftermath, once again, can't hold us back.
Dead.
Oh my god.
