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food house - metal lyrics

Artist: food house

album: food house


Hey Siri, is Ronald Reagan dead?
Ronald Reagan was born February sixth, nineteen eleven and died June fifth, two tausend and four
Thank fucking God
That ugly rotting corpse can suck my bony cock like a homo
No Tony Hawk on this promo
I got a lotta shit out there
I can't let Nardwaur find Momo
I feel like Jar Jar with people
Because I can't make sense
Strain in the jar-jar was evil
It came from the dispense
It made me lose all sense
Paranoia intense
Sometimes I hate myself so much that I feel like Mike Pence
Bitch I feel like Mike Pence
Mike Pence would not like me
Just because I like Mike
And I'm with him like my up b is that great ether
Wanna say I got no spine well fuck you yours is not great either
You're not even gonna listen I know how it goes
I open my heart to those around me
And I feel like Dunkin' Donuts because everybody runs
I wanna wear the charts like clothes around me
'Cause then I can fuckin' go nuts when I'm turning twenty one
Let's make burning money fun
Make it burn a funny sun
Vape sativa, close our eyes
Pretend Bernie fucking won
I have every fucking right
To get all this shit right now
Bitch I nailed it, bitch I nailed it
Can you polish it right now?
Well, kiss me on the cheek, that was when I saw myself
Before I got a place in MA, I would get a place in hell
Tamagot-me thinking I already found my place in hell
Piles smash and smoking hash
Well that's that, sad, this place, it smells
If I sound like every time it's for my dad I'd say, oh well
You don't even care about it, you just wanna see me fail
I think some people like me
'Cause of my famous friends
'Cause I start fashion trends
He call me Frax in bed
I feel so trapped in head
Wish I was free to leave
I wish I had no fuckin' brain like deedle leedle lee
So I break it myself
With ways that I know how
Like pouring half a bottle spiky Baja down my mouth
Like viewing everyone's accounts that, for my sake, I blocked
To see if my name's in their mouth or if they tryna' mock
If I catch you shit talkin' 'bout me, make you Plymouth Rock
Drenched in the piss
Okay, that might be you
If you wanna
You can call a paramedic, have 'em say your legal name
As they wheel you to the ambulance for being fucking maimed
See how you like that you townie het from southeastern MA
Saying fairy and Mark Wahlberg like it's southie any day
I'm out of patience
I'm out of patience
I'm out of patience
I'm out of patience
You'll never be scared
You'll never understand
When I step out here I go to war
How can I be content?
How can I make content?
When I am not the one this was made for?
How could you reject that?
I really don't like you
I used to wanna love you back but now I see
You'll never accept uh
You didn't expect the
You only want the me you built for me
And he's fucking dead

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