Spex - Fuck it

Spex - Fuck it

'Someone please call 911' Spex just entered the room
A man in vanity here to kick some sense in this fool
So I plead insanity to leave your identity loose
Hanging by the thread of life in a panicing room
'Cause I've figured out, you're the type to buy coke per mail order
Go deaf from the shit and try to read lips from a tape'corder
And come to think about it, you're the type to pick your wife from a list
Jerk the jizzak on her body and lick the cum off her tits
While I'm running her deep, exceedin' her consciousness
Gagging her mouth with my cock and blast open her bottleneck
Put a gun to your head and cock the trigger gentle
To leave your inner mentals more peaceful than splintered metal
And watch my pockets stack up with gold and crack rock
Rollin' stolen laptops, Nyfors (HAHA!) the busslines last stop
Where product's stacked up, home of unholstered magnum
Fuck rappin'! I'M THE MOTHERFUCKING PUNCHLINE OF HIPHOP!
Fucks gone rancid from puff and pass it? Fuck, I've had it
Like trance-kids gone rampaged all crunked up on acid
I'm stuck up at laughing from all you stuck ups and avarage
bitches that couldn't manage this shit with muscles of amex
'So kiss me, I'm shitfaced' pressing words down your bitchface
Only to take 'em back.. RIPPIN' 'EM OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE!!
Keep spittin' till I can't piss straight, go join the dickrace
And leave it with a blistered dick and mouth full of liquids
Try'na gain my level is like catchin' catapultes to asteroids
Little faggot boy, could prolly suck the seeds out a cantaloupe
SO! Even if I applied all my expertise and all of my complexities
Half Whoa wouldn't understand me
And the other half still couldn't get the best of me

fuck being illest...

Sincerely yours
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