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Seth Sentry Super Cool Tree House: Episode Eight Hmm Now do I think there's anybody better? Gee, I doubt it (Nope) I do this every week and there ain't nothing weak about it (Yeah) She told me you should whisper something sweet before you hit it You need to shave your bush 'cause I ain't tryna beat around it—I don't know women I check the mic like a prostate, no I stay frosty like a cupcake, no Takin' rappers out like a lunch date, oh, for fucks sake Sorry these are kinda lazy, I was up late Nutcase, woke up in another fuckin' drug haze Blood stains all around the place, fuckin' Mondays I tried to squeeze the body in the boot of my Hyundai But I don't got the trunk space Fuck, I knew I should'a upgraded from the hatchback Now I'm standin' at the bus stop lookin' unphased Duct-taped the body to a tree and gave it sunshades Tryna hide behind a newspaper but my face is on the front page (Yeah) Oh, you goin' off the deep end: shark bait I'm layin' on the beach fuckin' weeded: sunbaked Trust me, bro, I do this every weekend: Sunday Seize the moment, send your girl a DM: carpe Yeah, you are not us (Yeah) You're starin' at your phone like, "Can I get a buzz?" ([?]) Letras de cancionesYou think it's all connections and you ain't got the plugs ([?]) But you don't get reception 'cause you ain't got the bars That's all it was, yeah, before the mood's gone You need to pack it all up, you need to move on You wonder why I never comment on your new song And send you little pictures of a fire when it's lukewarm Timer on the clock runnin' lower on the truth bomb Bro, don't get your wires crossed tryna cut the blue one Shit, I cut the lights, shoot the fusebox, a million ways to die, make you choose one Choose your own ending, give you Goosebumps Yeah, it's sorta like the warning right before you die So fortify your borders, I am cold as ice The train line that I grew up on was a haunted ride I'm crawlin' out your walls like I'm a homicidal poltergeist Hmm, I don't walk the line, I snort it Then I cut you when you rub me up the wrong way like a porcupine Tossin' razorblades inside your waterslide And throwin' rollerblades and Razor scooters in your quarter pipe, I told you I am On the grind, so don't go fuckin' with my balance meter Man, you'll be the saddest Joker since Jared Leto Can you see the difference in category? All you rappers need to flee the rap arena, be on your toes like a ballerina Damn, it's either homesick or it's cabin fever Either way, this shit is so filthy, I wish I had a cleaner Watchin' Tarantino and readin' a porno magazine I'm spillin' seed like Michael J. Fox at the fuckin' parrot feeder Yeah, how long you gonna let me do this for? Just take it on the chin until you can't eat solid food no more? But even when you're pickin' out your soupe du jour I boot the door and slam you throught he floor like I'm a luchador, super cool From Letras Mania