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lyrics

It’s the eternal seashell hermit mannerisms
That bashful black sheep ain’t no friend to the famine
He rolls blunts out of canvas and paints monsters with smoke and mirrors
Rocket launch your calm mind with a stomp-to-start
Eating poptarts in futuristic golf carts and when the sunsets

Abandon ship

I repurposed your grip tape to hold my feet to credibility like a Vans van full of Vans going 90 on the interstate

Light a doobie in the rompus room
We watched a couple in the bangbus from the coup when she desides to follow suit
Whiplashing all down 66 dipping snicker sticks in miracle whip

And I didn’t spill a drop of my god damn sippin’

Got enough intuition to let Yakity Yaking simpletons simp on simple situations while I prescribe them with their symptoms:

First they have no pride, or they’d sound much more like flesh
Vices turned to voices in their head until a gold chain equates to a bad back

Second is a lack of tact
First to throw the punches always first in line to need a spine attatched
They’re used to sludge bombs making days long and hosting bong-a-thons when the smiley face is on

Before I continue, let you be warned, they’re summoning DeerMan of the Dark Wood at a seance in the backyard

I wouldn’t cross those beams
These mortal men know only 3 things
Clits, Tits and Bong Rips give the soul a smokey shade of pink that I don’t think I’ve ever seen

Liquor store at the cornerstone of the systematic connection between the hunter and the hunted
Every piece on this chessboard is a pawn
No Kings
No Gods
Just man

And this machine that we’ve created
It lets me anaylze with great detail the extents of my particular persuasion.

credits

from w0nky, released May 1, 2016
Produced by RiickD.

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cunabear Savannah, Georgia

Patron Saint of Patron Saints.

Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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