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BLUNTFACED PRESENTS: bluntfaced

by bluntfaced

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It's gone alright Well soak it in I mean this sponge side Was coated in The warmth of your tide They're breaking in I'll cross my coastline It's what I'm waking in To find heaven It's bled into my bed And I'm drifting away Victor walked out into the High Street Victor walked to the edge of town Victor came to the trash heaps And his tears came tumbling down He cried Are you in heaven, lover? I need you so Have you melted yet lover? For reasons unknown You're sweet like no other This haze has a warm hold It radiates me undercover Free your burdened soul That's bled into my bed And I'm drifting away Neither of us remain Neither of us remain So let my waves take what I adore Swept away And off the shore Neither of us remain On the floor I know you want this More and more So let my waves take What I adore
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Yo Yo I don't really love but I laugh a lot Camelots looking like a broke down Basquiat replica Everyone left the building except for us Get stoned and see the world in shades of sepia Who's next to us? No one Chester samurai but only half of the shogun Brash is a clone cuts deep in the soul on a stroll as he goes nuts Peep the control of composure Chrome for appendages Thrown into scrimmages The unstable mind fights the drones to the bitter end Oh now you chilling kin folk? As the niggers spit folk So wise tale hopes been cloaked by the brides veil No chain get slain like the albatross Chilling out chomping lo mein watching Avatar Wax heated up with propane now I'm at the stars Vibing out going insane like the battle scars I met this new babe and she's awesome, rolled an L With the king size papes that she bought me Now I'm higher than Dionysous With grapes at his alter Eating good got a grilled cheese baked So I'm feeling pretty great And I could have called it fate as a master Swagger dark back more arc than a raptor Never see results cause we snarf at the factors Told the crew "Watch out, it's barf in the rafters" But I keep it clowning like a frail dunce Worst feeling ever like opening up a stale blunt (Damn) This was just bad timing On the road to glory New Age Vandelay Psymun Switch camera sway slightly The antagonist of life Super villain must remind your last shining While the cam resolves That shit was vivid as the smokescreen and analog Heroining feening off the demons wearing camoflage No chain get slain like the albatross Chilling out chomping lo mein watching Avatar Wax heated up with propane now I'm at the stars Vibing out going insane like the battle scars
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I know everyone has their own fucking version of this But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white bitch Mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin' Sorta like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they weep And then they drop, ha-ha Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch) The lambs get silenced and the fans get violent Droppin' lines grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin' Limbs swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages And praying that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it I said fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with her Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us Eat a dick, bitch!
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Drifting and floating and fading away...
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You'll never understand until you've been there. Been down so much, that all you can manage to do now is sit there. Thinking back at all the choices that you made to get there. Pumping a fist to the sky telling god "it ain't fair." But yo, we ain't there. How could it be with all this devastation and desperation surrounding me. So put me in the ground 'cause this life has just been pounded out of me, The only reason I ain't sleeping now 'cause I got mouths to feed. Why can't I catch a break? Why can't I step away and wake up one morning and think that things wont be a mess today. I gotta break the cycle somehow, sick of this pain, im sick of living this way. Okay, I'm done now. Not having fun now, there's just so many reasons. Feel as if my soul's a broken puzzle and I'm missing pieces. It's real easy for you to judge them when you see them, But you'll never truly understand unless you've ever been there. I've been there, a place where hope was thin in the air. If things are gonna get better tell me a 'when' and a 'where'. Sitting and staring in the mirror, nobody's there, That I know, feeling so alone and I'm scared that nobody cares. My nights consist of so many prayers. I once had so many dreams, I once was going somewhere. Try and following steps before you start to compare, Me to you and you don't know me, now you think that that's fair? I never thought my path would lead me to the point I'm at now. But before they get up, some people gotta fall down. Some fall harder than others, they thought they had it all down. Me, I take these experience and jot them all down. But how do you cope when you think that hope is nowhere around? How do you know where to go if you haven't been found? Yo, I'm saying it's draining living this pain that I'm in. You're quick to judge me but you haven't been the places I've been, c'mon.
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Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut Crashing while jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on Stop screaming bitch, you shouldn't be that alarmed When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin" Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish It so happens that I'm so haphazardous I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and fucking cast the shit I'm asking that you faggot rap actors take action And get a hall pass for this class-act shit How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel? Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust And butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fucking uppercut It's O.F. buttercup: go ahead, fuck with us Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is having guts for lunch As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt Found the mustard, fucking nosey neighbors notice somethings up "What you doing?" Nothing much, would shout some other stuff Got to fucking bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off DopeBoyz hating, but them faggots is a lotta talk Cotton soft pussy, them Odd niggas is Molotov Cocktails, fucking toss one in your apartment dog Wolf Gang we ain't barking, nah Try talking on a blog with your fucking arms cut off Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off The Ace tell Shake's daughter "We're sorry, but papa's gone, bitch"
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Yo, being hella brash is the swag bruh Sittin' back and im gettin' ass in Nebraska Different flask in a different class rolling grass up Nu Age only spitting facts no whack stuff Yeah, that’s how we do it no taxin’ My niggas comin' through and we slashin' with axes Bag a fine chick, bad tats and an accent Niggas tryna 'lab I'mma ask where the racks is Uh, cause we don’t do this for free Im zoot and I'm starved and a dude gotta eat No clockin' out, workin' all day; no sleep Bring the block out, twerkin' all day, that shit hot That’s why we never asks where the streets went Dude slangin' trees more cheese for the defense K-F-C, two piece, hella greasy Little slop, but you see a dude still eatin’ A dude still chiefin’ cause the rules don’t matter Don’t need any beef cause 'em tools go splatter, rata, tata Shootin' bullshit it'll come back whizzin' your drawers get splattered Where I'm from any niggas wearin' jewels gettin' snatched up All about the C.R.E.A.M every fool got back up Can't hear Jesus cause the weed is loud as Mack trucks Phantom all black and the volume to the max Doin' drive by's so they don’t know where we at All you hear is tires, click-clack, booms of the gats No cure for the madness, so it's like cancer Bumpin' “It’s a hobo” just became the death anthem The whip fouettin' like a dancer Is she paying blant up and get slanted Disrespect the fam' I'mma have to back hand ya And niggas be hatin' they hella mad cause I'm handsome Gold Phantom, rancids aren’t random Kidnap the game and hold it with no ransom A ghostly flow, we hang clothes with no hanger Music without me is like dark with no Manson Nigga just snuff 'em, and leave they nose flarin' Slow motion, that’s a board with bad bearings People in awe, my God, just keep 'em starrin' I like my fishes Pacific so I copped a red herrin' From the bottom, light totes with no handles African Sheppard im leadin' goats with no sandals Niggas stay sellin' they soul for most stamina Don’t invite yourself Im the host with no manners, bitch
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Uhh, addicts arise, when I arrive In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch Reach for the door, get your access denied I'm not an asshole I just don't give a fuck a lot The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming "Tyler, stop" The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock We the niggas you scared of, like bad dentists Flow is anthemic, dirty like it's plants in it Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady's in it Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it Fuck rap, I'll be a landlord so I can rape the tenants daughter Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it Face it, me and Ace's is sick like malaria carriers [Interlude, previous line repeated] Jim Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up" Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta learn her I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, Ike Turner Over, sloppy seconds is my preference Except for when I'm feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian Nessy loch monster stop Will he though? Probably not Silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops Get the certain tingle, eating Haagen Dazs With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles In the flyest '06 Supreme beanie, Sigel Your grind's feeble, I'm regal, really, I'm Willy Smith I am Legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick Come take a stab at it faggot, I pre-ordered your casket This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit Hat is always forest so the bitches call me Gump But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her Fuck her in a Hummer while I rape her then I put her in a slumber It's not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her Known narcissists, sipping on arsenic Carved carcasses in the garage, don't park in it Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard It's Wolf Gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit Over the edge, yeah I hide in a potato sack Cause I'm cold as ice like Anasia when she fucking Traq I'm the type to put you down to bring myself up So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my best nut The reincarnation of '98 Eminem 60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim Pay attention I'm stabbing your women friends, like a gentlemen Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton Oxymoron like buff faggots playing sissy dykes This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing I hate gays, gangbangers and fucking jerkers Unless it's gay gangbangers that's fucking jerkers Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay, faggot Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang banging in your system Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo You don't fucking skate, take off that box logo
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Swear to god I wanna just slit my wrists...

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released July 28, 2014

LIL UGLY MANE
EARL SWEATSHIRT
PSYMUN
CHESTER WATSON
SWEET VALLEY
DANNY BROWN
HOUSE SHOES
MODEST MOUSE
EARLWOLF
NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL
SEALAB 2012
E.N.O.N.
KING KRULE

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