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Formalities
Formalities
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Formalities
Formalities
Songwriter
Jackson Aye
Jackson Aye
Composer

Lyrics

I've got a short fuse Tell me who, wants To undo my screws Loose change, your entire game Wet like wu tang With that nifty 2 chains On my choose new gang Switch into new lane Cause I refuse, to lose To you, I defuse, the situation Cause I don't wanna be the mother fucker that you facing Too easy You wanna front on me Take a seat, lemme teach you how to blow up a beat I implode with a killer flow Leave em slowed, you know Click em like a barcode And bode him goodbye! Cause incidentally mentally Leave em feeling so dreadful, no more empathy, recipe for a enemy Lending me bullet tensity, crafting up a formula like chemistry Till it blows up the beakers The tweakers, are twisted A man made of mischief This chance I won't miss it The cervical distance The spine becomes fractured Multiple pieces scattered Couldn't walk up a ladder Stature resembles Saturn Now I don't know if you cannot see But I see, way to many bitches in front of me Who tell me that they are god And there music is an easy cop But it's an easy drop, once I hear the main idea, rock Crack, coke, stuffing it until they choke Acting like a bloke, blowing off a real deal For some fake laced beyblade pills Making them spin till it kills Exterminating the rappers Who are not helped by the ladder They're all chatter, no clatter When we pull katanas, shatter and splatter There brain matter, it's a all out disaster Help help, I'm not crying wolf The demons attacking, he's sipping my soul And he's topping the bowl Filled with blood Spilling in the tub Reminded of red rum Take a sip and I'm done Looks like he forgot that he had a son Deal with the devil, breaking laws made to settle Keeping calm, watch the pot Boil over on the spot Passions taut like the bow, arrow locked, aiming at your lock Open up the doors I'm just warming up the floor Oops I made it too hot Molten lava, heated rock Cause I can't see your balls X-ray vision shot through the walls Use your head to wipe the halls Since that's all your needed for And after wards, you can be my chair I'm too crazy to care Blinded by cold stares F to the O to the R to the M A L I T Don't you leave the E and S Forgot the other eye Guess you live your life, partway blind Keep it simple, there's no need to exaggerate your whole life Blow it up Blow it up Blow it up Blow it up
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