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Turnt (Death From Above 1979)

from Three Days In The Desert by Faimkills

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Rossi got me turnt
Sangria in my red cup
Light that motherfucking fire
Better call that red truck
Bitch, we getting sky high
Might wanna lift your head up
When you in them black clouds
You might get your head fucked
Spitting that picture perfect flow
Bitch, I got that Nikon
Bitch, give me that stupid head
Call me 50 Tyson
I'm enticing these light-skinned
Bitches when my mic's on
Listening to "Suedehead"
Fuck riding your new wave
Trillest motherfucker that you ever seen shoegaze
I think he need some water, boy
Call him Bobby Boucher
Been high for two days
LL Cool J in a toupe
Bitch, I need amore
Like my name was Touche

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

Let's listen to Odd Future
Burn shit, kill people and fuck schools up
For the purpose of nothing else but to look cool
That could be cool but I don't listen to horrorcore

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

I'm a walking metaphor
for the Hip-Hop and Post-Hardcore that I adore

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

Specialize in identity politics
While you take all the culture that your fed
And swallow it up

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

But I'm no fucking hipster
Fuck all you hipsters
I'm no fucking hipster
What the fuck is a hipster?

Fuck all you white people
Fuck all you black people
Fuck all you Mexicans
Fuck all you immigrants
Fuck all you homophobes, faggots and lesbians
Fuck all you addicts
Fuck you if you're straight-edge
Fuck all the fast-food
Fuck vegetarians
Fuck all the Christians
Fuck all the atheists
I fucked myself I'm a makeshift patriot
Fuck this I lent that ho some cash to by Filet-o-fish
I'm laying in my bed
I'm reading Balzac
That bitch give me some head
She on my ball sack
She hit the ringtone but I don't ever call back
Fuck bitches, get money
That's what you call rap.

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from Three Days In The Desert, released January 10, 2012
Lyrics written by Faimkills
Music: Death From Above 1979 "Turn It Out"

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