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Mar 2021
lyrically, I kind of feel like an assassin
at the task point & equipped with poison darts
for I'm 'bout to let fly an attack in
this b#tch with toxic bars
pointed, like vπ—œper's fangs, at an
outfit of office bo[Ι‘]ds/do[Ι‘]gs
knoπ—ͺn 𝗔s "Electro𝗑ic Ar𝗧s"
at the time it was found
a certain game of thine is shut down
like a chipmunk, I went nuts
'cause, for keeps, I'd lost 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗔π—₯𝗦 (lost)
on styling which, several hours were spent
thanks for all the time wasted
don't even have effing screen captures of them
awesome, amazing!
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when it comes to discussions like games get
human noggins go crazy
it's not them themselves are stuff to put blame on
it's, among things not mentioned, such situations
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now getting π—•π—”π—–π—ž
to those rπ—˜sponsible for that scoundrelly act
and probably not giπ—©π—œng an ounce of a f#ck
π—Ÿike a tire drifting down a speed track
[attire]
it's gon' get smoky & **[Ι‘]t (for you)
barbecue; so go hit a dog & bone & ring up
[heat]
a local smoke eaters squa[Ι‘]d
'kin to "Rebel", I scream f#ck the suits
[keen; ice cream]
like somebody chosen to o[Ι‘]pt
for a punk-like look
but you can all get choked by asco[Ι‘]t (lethally)
as if you were getting iced by someone who's
got Caledonian blood (a Scott)
𝗔ppetite to hunt unful–
–fiπ—Ÿπ—Ÿed; you're in it to make bread like *******s
[field]
but don't be swift to get laid-back, don't chill
akπ—œn to potatoes & sh#t
like th𝗔t, better maintain your eyes peeled
better still is beating a hasty retreat
siπ—‘π—–π—˜ in the same freaking field
[sins; freak in field]
I am; the Creeper, in it to prey like a priest
[pray]
as if you were ****** in religion (horse?)
I'm speeding your way like a whip (vroom-vroom)
in other words, you're in fOΜ²r some moll-treatment
told I'm in it to prey since it's writ
large that you're being a game in this b#tch
which, in turn, is the reason I'm playing a bit (with words)
to say it in brief, you're simply collation to ge[Ιͺ]t
let me add a medievalish taste to this sh#t
[evilish]
arranging it akin to the H & the G
[a range]
not "H" & "G" as in hunter & game, though
"H" & "G" as in Hansel & Gretel
i.e. with you getting ablaze like a witch
with this one, might be given a place in a list
of ones given to making it lit
in the middle of taking a trip, the freighter's equipped
and fit for action like babes in dance clips
the cargo's like a pro[Ι‘]stitute
becau[Ι‘]se it's gon' go down on you
a kind of mood to bust the roof
of the "Arts" HQ; an armored loot
box, large & toom, perha[Ι‘]ps, will do
then dump on you a multitude
of fla[Ι‘]sks produced
from gla[Ι‘]ss & full of ga[Ι‘]s, then use
a bottle of Molotov
like pirate dudes, I spark the fuse
the falcon shoots, the target's doomed
dead in the water, so a po[Ι‘]ssible res–po[Ι‘]nd from you (pond)
is nothing short of garbage-good (dead in the water)
[lyrical waters]
these bars being by the side of you are like balloons
within a reach of clowns
in other words, you might get it twisted now
but it's time for you to find a new **** jo[Ι‘]b in view
of the lines above becau[Ι‘]se it looks
like IΜ²'ve zilch short of go[Ι‘]tten you
fired, which explains why IΜ² feel like a bo[Ι‘]ss 'kin to
a vehicle used bYΜ² whelps to get brou[Ι‘]ght to school (bus)
exorcism bout
for it's like getting demons out
[letting demons out]
guess you, "EA", have already figured out
the amusement which shutdown
my pen is steamed about
it's "NFS: W"
better late
than never, eh?

"lyrics for "EA" to be murked by" by TREF1LD (TRFLD) is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (to view a copy of this license, visit creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0)
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