Jam Baxter - Leash lyrics
rate me(Hook)
44 flies on leashes
And you wonder why we act this way
With a colored rap tide, by the next pull em down
If one still had choice for a nog' in pain
The flies in yo mouth ain't movin'
Have an outstandin' day
But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time
Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray
44 flies on leashes
You wonder why they tack this way
Been an endless rap tide, with the next street dime
Tryna use this city as a live dead bait
The flies in yo mouth ain't movin'
Have an outstandin' day
But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time
Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray
(Verse)
I am no Mr. Miyagi on a chopstick hype with a bowl full of insects
I am not a part of your hot bed of rule books bound to a mountain of smoldering incest
I'm not equipped to pick wings off you to unsmear your remains on a woore's lap
Blood red worn, and a stain on a wooze, and a peep from a she
Case meat, cuz ya wooin' off
Are ya (?) Dumb question
Rhetorical embark young veteran
Till yo six bark eggs to yo source finna grind off nine
Magnitude down to the etcaeteras
Brinked up scope finna sold as a human
Second hand skin's still delicate
Bought from an addict leaked salesman
The lead pilled off through a vein to disgust all the venom-ens
Damn, you leave these eggs in my eyes again
If I would let em 'live, would you die for them?
Your machinery ? flies for them
Risk kill em then arrive as em
Me a drugged down mess with the sacrilege(?)
These eyeballs blink till they crack
Till I wait one more shrun down to the ceilin'
To fight for the cellophane wings on my back wrapped
(Hook)
The sky kept flies on leashes
And you wonder why we act this way
With a colored rap tide, by the next pull em down
If one still had choice for a nog' in pain
The flies in yo mouth ain't movin'
Have an outstandin' day
But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time
Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray
The skies kept flies on leashes
And you wonder why they tack this way
Been an endless rap tide, with the next street dime
Tryna use this city as a live dead bait
The flies in yo mouth ain't movin'
Have an outstandin' day
But 44 pests in the air waddle all the time
Wouldn't be a retorting fact, cats catchin' pray
(Verse 2)
I will not leave when a sky pukes dark clouds bitter when the cross faults borders
I will not morph in to a tin man sobbing on a hand me down sket when the gods get nauseous
I will not feed this here beast, candid pigs betta sing-ular
Slashin' myself from my feast, stores out and the ass-ticles melt
And the pavements finally felt the uncomfortable tickle of an insect
Dancing across a large street where the inbred's march is
Slap! That's another one, pin it to the frame where the other ones ain't that strong
And walk one ? these piggy sign punch bag handmade martyrs
How's that revolution of yours movin'?
Nymphess moves at a still piñata
Fly, my pretty, sellin' off ? in a rolls of fuck
In the belly of the city with a bowl of smack
A sun ? preme with a solar satchel(?)
Full print through an infant's funk
Brain swelling an elastic skin
Tell em I wait one more for these ?
And then let em all bust till the fat bitch sing
(Interlude)
Dark is for a sense all sweeter than a hine stabber
Girls ya seein', sugar feeted
Pictures of the highlife
I told em peace peace, keep the rings around em slash twice
Slash the leash leash, I told em live fast, don't fly right
Yeah, I told em live fast, don't fly right
Yeah, I told em live fast, don't fly right
Slash the leash leash, I told em live fast, don't fly right
(Outro: Leash Cont.)
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