End of the year, huh?
So, we just gone have to get along then
Aight, lemme just neck this blunt real quick
Skating of em fourty pops, red dot, cage drop
Raging at the hoarding cops, voulgar as a pornograph
Raw as a f*cking court rocking
Coke snorting, corduroy's cropped and Floyd boppin
Floor's cold as a close holded robbery
Good lord, and some slow moalding vodka sips
North of the arteries, sergant full of cartridges
Carved inside the esophagus to saturate the omnius
Partly scared as spartacus, hard as bars I garner too
Shed my garnments in the garbage bin
Carnage at the pharmacy we're starving like the Barney kids
It's narsissistic garnering
Pardon me for barging in the bar again
I'm high and outta nitrogen, site em fires like a pyroman
Laughing at the larconists, abnoxious looking arsonist, aspiring 'nsighted lyricist
He's clearly indicisive as the lyrics parsed by pharmasists
Perscribed like narx to marxisists
The show ain't over
Let em eat
There is always room, truuuth
The shallows forming
Will you just stand there looking dumb?
THE SHOW AIN'T OVER
CROWDS STILL RUMBLING
Hypocrite
Written into kryptonite
The misfits with the script, resists the need to stick with it
Like Tommie Smith in my bitch shit with my fist clinched
Screamin things with my lips sealed
This is the system nibling piggies titilating try to tame the wild hogs like some menaces
Assembled and imprisoned in addition to these ripping shivvers
Chilling with the fictiously simple civil liberties
Biggotries, opinions based invigoratly
Wrist pinching little village as a gritty centepide
Creating emphasis s-s-so premiscious
It is a synonym of citizens
With a dick up in their liver by a pseudonym, envisaging
Covincing things as ignorance
A bliss abyss oblivion
They're cheezing while I'm killing em, delirium
Load the bong and bone that shit
Flows as sick as kosher meals, that slowly grows opposed to this
I'm blowing trees like moses did
Moshed non-abortionists morbidly, but don't endorse this shit
Hoarse throats sore from gory horrorflicks, discortesy
Cordialy, abducted foreign hoes just like Joseph did
No source of remorse nor some corny ornaments
Poor souls, torch the spliff you use to scortch corpses with
Of course they morphed into Morpheus
I'm storming both those gorgeous pills
Button up, you must've had enough of us
Heard he busted nuts and such, with ruptured crusty butts for lunch
Erupted in your cousins guts, Hurdy f*cked some musty sluts
And now ur up, buttercup, for clusterf*cking uppercuts
The show ain't over
Let em eat
There is always room, truuuth
The shallows forming
Will you just stand there looking dumb?
THE SHOW AIN'T OVER
CROWDS STILL RUMBLING
Hurdy - Strive Lyrics
Hurdy - Strive Lyrics
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End of the year, huh?
So, we just gone have to get along then
Aight, lemme just neck this blunt real quick
Skating of em fourty pops, red dot, cage drop
Raging at the hoarding cops, voulgar as a pornograph
Raw as a f*cking court rocking
Coke snorting, corduroy's cropped and Floyd boppin
Floor's cold as a close holded robbery
Good lord, and some slow moalding vodka sips
North of the arteries, sergant full of cartridges
Carved inside the esophagus to saturate the omnius
Partly scared as spartacus, hard as bars I garner too
Shed my garnments in the garbage bin
Carnage at the pharmacy we're starving like the Barney kids
It's narsissistic garnering
Pardon me for barging in the bar again
I'm high and outta nitrogen, site em fires like a pyroman
Laughing at the larconists, abnoxious looking arsonist, aspiring 'nsighted lyricist
He's clearly indicisive as the lyrics parsed by pharmasists
Perscribed like narx to marxisists
The show ain't over
Let em eat
There is always room, truuuth
The shallows forming
Will you just stand there looking dumb?
THE SHOW AIN'T OVER
CROWDS STILL RUMBLING
Hypocrite
Written into kryptonite
The misfits with the script, resists the need to stick with it
Like Tommie Smith in my bitch shit with my fist clinched
Screamin things with my lips sealed
This is the system nibling piggies titilating try to tame the wild hogs like some menaces
Assembled and imprisoned in addition to these ripping shivvers
Chilling with the fictiously simple civil liberties
Biggotries, opinions based invigoratly
Wrist pinching little village as a gritty centepide
Creating emphasis s-s-so premiscious
It is a synonym of citizens
With a dick up in their liver by a pseudonym, envisaging
Covincing things as ignorance
A bliss abyss oblivion
They're cheezing while I'm killing em, delirium
Load the bong and bone that shit
Flows as sick as kosher meals, that slowly grows opposed to this
I'm blowing trees like moses did
Moshed non-abortionists morbidly, but don't endorse this shit
Hoarse throats sore from gory horrorflicks, discortesy
Cordialy, abducted foreign hoes just like Joseph did
No source of remorse nor some corny ornaments
Poor souls, torch the spliff you use to scortch corpses with
Of course they morphed into Morpheus
I'm storming both those gorgeous pills
Button up, you must've had enough of us
Heard he busted nuts and such, with ruptured crusty butts for lunch
Erupted in your cousins guts, Hurdy f*cked some musty sluts
And now ur up, buttercup, for clusterf*cking uppercuts
The show ain't over
Let em eat
There is always room, truuuth
The shallows forming
Will you just stand there looking dumb?
THE SHOW AIN'T OVER
CROWDS STILL RUMBLING
So, we just gone have to get along then
Aight, lemme just neck this blunt real quick
Skating of em fourty pops, red dot, cage drop
Raging at the hoarding cops, voulgar as a pornograph
Raw as a f*cking court rocking
Coke snorting, corduroy's cropped and Floyd boppin
Floor's cold as a close holded robbery
Good lord, and some slow moalding vodka sips
North of the arteries, sergant full of cartridges
Carved inside the esophagus to saturate the omnius
Partly scared as spartacus, hard as bars I garner too
Shed my garnments in the garbage bin
Carnage at the pharmacy we're starving like the Barney kids
It's narsissistic garnering
Pardon me for barging in the bar again
I'm high and outta nitrogen, site em fires like a pyroman
Laughing at the larconists, abnoxious looking arsonist, aspiring 'nsighted lyricist
He's clearly indicisive as the lyrics parsed by pharmasists
Perscribed like narx to marxisists
The show ain't over
Let em eat
There is always room, truuuth
The shallows forming
Will you just stand there looking dumb?
THE SHOW AIN'T OVER
CROWDS STILL RUMBLING
Hypocrite
Written into kryptonite
The misfits with the script, resists the need to stick with it
Like Tommie Smith in my bitch shit with my fist clinched
Screamin things with my lips sealed
This is the system nibling piggies titilating try to tame the wild hogs like some menaces
Assembled and imprisoned in addition to these ripping shivvers
Chilling with the fictiously simple civil liberties
Biggotries, opinions based invigoratly
Wrist pinching little village as a gritty centepide
Creating emphasis s-s-so premiscious
It is a synonym of citizens
With a dick up in their liver by a pseudonym, envisaging
Covincing things as ignorance
A bliss abyss oblivion
They're cheezing while I'm killing em, delirium
Load the bong and bone that shit
Flows as sick as kosher meals, that slowly grows opposed to this
I'm blowing trees like moses did
Moshed non-abortionists morbidly, but don't endorse this shit
Hoarse throats sore from gory horrorflicks, discortesy
Cordialy, abducted foreign hoes just like Joseph did
No source of remorse nor some corny ornaments
Poor souls, torch the spliff you use to scortch corpses with
Of course they morphed into Morpheus
I'm storming both those gorgeous pills
Button up, you must've had enough of us
Heard he busted nuts and such, with ruptured crusty butts for lunch
Erupted in your cousins guts, Hurdy f*cked some musty sluts
And now ur up, buttercup, for clusterf*cking uppercuts
The show ain't over
Let em eat
There is always room, truuuth
The shallows forming
Will you just stand there looking dumb?
THE SHOW AIN'T OVER
CROWDS STILL RUMBLING
Writer: Jørgen Borgan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid