Run The Mask Disjointed (Ft. Sin7ven)
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(Chorus)
Run the mask, gun in tact i’mma fucking snap
Bustin and cussin and sting like ah muzen cab
Hard pressed when i bar flex and I’m up in tracks
The car wrecked, ‘cause i’m farfetched, as a cup of hash
(Verse 1 : Disjointed)
All you hella flockers finna jump from helicopters
Meta mocker, slamming your head a knocked into a metal lockers
Fuck kettle poppers, salty as my well I conjured
Heaven talkers, backed into a corner need some better posture
Rappers sound like eddie murphy getting burpy
Petting furbies, y’all petty turkeys is already girlie
I swear to god it a medical condition
Head is full of writtens that I said in hella full conviction ya
Never kickin it clean, my house is a sickening scene
Frickin obscene, when I cross your wife’s mind she flicking the bean
And I ain’t talking mexican food, you ignorant dweeb
I’m a prick and a fiend, and excellent brute, stricken as me
Pish pash you dishrags kiss ass like all day
Gaining a buzz at a sloth’s pace, get whiplash in a crawl space
What I pack is astounding, got the massivist bounty
I’m rafi with a 9 screaming gattaca loudly, fuck
Run the mask, gun in tact i’mma fucking snap
Bustin and cussin and sting like ah muzen cab
Hard pressed when i bar flex and I’m up in tracks
The car wrecked, ‘cause i’m farfetched, as a cup of hash
(Verse 1 : Disjointed)
All you hella flockers finna jump from helicopters
Meta mocker, slamming your head a knocked into a metal lockers
Fuck kettle poppers, salty as my well I conjured
Heaven talkers, backed into a corner need some better posture
Rappers sound like eddie murphy getting burpy
Petting furbies, y’all petty turkeys is already girlie
I swear to god it a medical condition
Head is full of writtens that I said in hella full conviction ya
Never kickin it clean, my house is a sickening scene
Frickin obscene, when I cross your wife’s mind she flicking the bean
And I ain’t talking mexican food, you ignorant dweeb
I’m a prick and a fiend, and excellent brute, stricken as me
Pish pash you dishrags kiss ass like all day
Gaining a buzz at a sloth’s pace, get whiplash in a crawl space
What I pack is astounding, got the massivist bounty
I’m rafi with a 9 screaming gattaca loudly, fuck
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