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Quarashi - Weirdo lyrics
Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause Im the prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, Im holding our people above. No time to wait theres the gate proceed. Ive got what you want and Ive got what you need. Im your musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand around your neck and your money unspent. They call me mister boombastic fantastic. Dont do nothing drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. Im not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to not to worry ya. Bury ya make you bounce like a berry yall. Make you giddy in you stomach like your sisters are ba ra bop. And now you met your match as I drain out your power and make you stop like a Seiko sports watch. Your a blank zero, forsaken hero youre always gonna be a motherfucking weirdo You see the laughing man hes a nut cause hes a Salinger fan Its the Quarashi plan taken from the Koran. They beat us up and they wait till we break but in the end this is just another earthquake. Repent and your lost, forget with all cost. Its a malady a sickness you cant floss. You gotta leave it behind, look around find a sign get back on the track and walk the fine line. Your a blank zero, forsaken hero youre always gonna be a motherfucking weirdo Check it check it out here I come not leaving till Im done Please stay a little longer and youre gonna get some from the man from the crew, little boy blue. Wait until its dark and well be home for you. Now you may fuck up, you fucking stuck up prick you better watch it before you make the whole world sick thats it. Making me ill, you know against your will. Im throwing rhymes like grenades, making a kill.-a |
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