A-F-R-O - CODE 829 lyrics

A slower melody over enemy torture
Let it be sober
Ending trending ready Lebenese coitus
Send a friend request to the
Nearest whore or location
The form of more basis
The orvedour statement
Horrorcore placement sure scorns
The lights off
The mic soft
Pourin' more sight into your eye socket
Fourth chamber, savor more and more danger
Angered force, mourn lady, born porn
Torn maiden
Sure major
Knew a lady bitch named Lourdes Sheva
Lady dame
But it take eight straight
Razors to shave her
Nasty jungle, and she's Abernathy's cousin
Now Abernathy had given A-F-R-O the toungin'
And Abernathy had asshole fungus
That is not a laughing matter
Ass full of yucky mess
Somethin' says Jam Master
Jay spray turntable
Earned wager, stabbed half ya
Pay, trade a learned
Stable
Mind
(Imitating the Vampire pimp
From Sesame Street
The Count)
Two plus two, ah!

Flashing lights run past, Thundercats
Shunned and snatched, some dumb monkey
Run it fast
Obliterated, a fiddle rated
Aminitive hangin'
Get 'em and lift the pages, disintegrated
A minute to savor
Changin' the pace, bangin' the bass
Alex Nejera
Fate is erased
Rpin' the wasted hour to check up
The makin' of taking
Shaping the game and laying the terror
The prayer is saying
Aiming to be shaking James in the mirror
You worse at, few short stance
Black and white like Eamon and
His New York hat
Singing and swinging a song like Bjork vocals
See, you're lower in each treaty
Seashore drownin'
Sounding it louder
And slap you with hand powder
I'm Chowder
Devour the hour with towers of powers
Allowin'
To coward to cower
And how are you clownin' to growl up
With A-F-R-O devourin' mandibles
Scattered, now I am out of it
I'm sour as Jack Bauer, intact child
Impact, mix matched, dick-smacked defiled her
Blind Toxic, headphones over his ears
Over his fears
Swarmin' syllables colder than beer
Frozen over a year, surein' to tear
Freestyle, now you when I -
Yeah - be rockin' it
Pulse Reaction, foes' souls told to bask
In a blow spazm, in toast to fastin'
Explodes the fashion, with toes bashin'
Listen, when I get the pedicure
Manicure, niggas oughta know because
I'm sad at your
Mad attack and recant it
The fan of mannin' the data dome
The candidate'll always do damage up
At your front door
Now, your grandmama picky
"Dear lord chil'ren"
Niggas oughta know, see, or fearin'

And then 'em again, I'ma have to
Similar rip of the rap, the get 'em attack
To simmer the bit 'em of that
The rat-a tat ta tata
GRATATA
Nigga that bombin' the thought, I shot ya
What nigga divide the Don?
I shock ya like CPR, the TV, dog -
The TV's dark! Ma'fucka
Get the brightness!
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