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Pen Pals
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Pen Pals Outro
Cynic The Apache:You don't know? Rapswell:Theres no hope C:Quotes in the overcoat R:Yo we so dope, never sold dope C:We the reason old folks decide to relocate R: It's okay C: Munching crab legs with the Old Bay R: You obey when we giving orders with the Voice C: You getting double crossed, fucked over like an altar boy R: You fuckin with the art of noise C: Running with the Barbaroi R: Coming with more lines then a mime wearing corduroys C: Riding star destroyers, Hopping through hyperspace You feeling some type of way? You getting punched in the face For a couple of days till we rupture ya veins, R: Slow down son, you're confusing their intellect You know that me and Cynic been a vet before the internet C: I'm killin these kids, fuck slowing down cuz my abilities sick And fuck nine thousand my power levels over a million bitch R: Yo what is it? It's a blizzard, mid-December anthems We throwing temper tantrums over instrumentals and some C: Plus we handsome, probably stealing ya lady Hold her for ransom, extorting Samsung executives And vandalizing their Phantoms R: DAMN SON! You really spit bars Fat man with a big cigar saying 'This kid's a star!' C: Toss a bag on her head and throw ya bitch in the car Kidnapping women to fund my addiction to liquor and caviar. R: One time for the verbal raw 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It's Rapswell the kid you never heard before, the herbivore Serve em all, lunch lady cafeteria We smack inferior rappers with the bacteria bruh C: Now ya hearing two of the sickest with the pens kid Pass airport security with vials of epidemics R: It's contagion, I'm amazing with the pen simply Me and the Cynic be like Ren and Stimpy C: Sixteen bar verses, leave ya head in the dirt and R: You fuck around when we on the stage and it's curtains C: Snatching jewels outta turbans, R: Yo you heard what he fuckin said? C: One hand on the Mic the other one clutching shrunken heads R: You punks are dead! C: Under ya bed with meat cleavers R: Stuff ya body parts in little boxes like Pete Seeger, C: Spit venom R: Speak ether C: Defeat creatures R: With heat seekers C: Beat preachers R: Drastic C: Deplete beakers R: With acid C and R: You bastards! R: You try to fuck with us and it's a wrap kid C: Forget about international, we finna go intergalactic R and C: And that's it!
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