Lemme at Em Songtext
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Lemme at Em Songtext
Lemme
Uh
Lemme at ′em now
Too many problems to add up count
Lemme hack 'em down
List just grows ′til I'm at the ground yuh yuh
Lemme at 'em now
Not fucking done ′til I flat the crowds
Lemme hack ′em down
Forcibly shut every flapping mouth
If I had known it was that
Little known little fact
I would blow quicker at
Silly domes spitting wack
Filler quotes big attacks
Get it known idiot
Uh uh
Really phoned in all that
Inner tones getting mad
Bitch I'm going in a bag
Bitch is going in a bag
Kill all those believing bad
Seeing forms really at
Feel atoned ′til you're flat
Feel inclined to be hurting people
Know I′m fine for eternity I'll
Keep trying to convert they′ll see all
Inspired by an urge to free all
Since the higher conversed with me awed
A messiah's the term I plea falls
Feel a smile as I burn the steeple
Feel a pride they all yearn the evil
Take in stride every cursed keynote
Speak of lies but I'll turn them real though
Why not try if I heard they see faux
Think it′s time that I earn esteem known
The guy who adjourned the feeble uh
Get on with it
I been on a mission
Been doggin′ it
A big dog up in it uh
Rich off business
With thin pockets tinted
A crimson pigment
I'm in charge of living uh
Memoirs of men who′d been wrong ascended
Big monument
I'll′ve been documented uh
Sing songs of it
I'll live on in listen uh
Kong-esque mention
From wisdom I′m spreading uh
There's a weapon in every room
We're never left with an empty tomb
There′s a method to every move
How dare you question my view
There′s a fair old end for the true
And the terrible for the brute
So get on out of my way
You fickle being of pray
I'm sick of being ok with
Them feeling feelings astray
You′ll see the real in a day
Continue being persuaded uh
Lemme at 'em now
Too many problems to add up count
Lemme hack ′em down
List just grows 'til I′m at the ground yuh yuh
Lemme at em now
Not fucking done 'til I flat the crowds
Lemme hack 'em down
Forcibly shut every flapping mouth
Uh
Lemme at ′em now
Too many problems to add up count
Lemme hack 'em down
List just grows ′til I'm at the ground yuh yuh
Lemme at 'em now
Not fucking done ′til I flat the crowds
Lemme hack ′em down
Forcibly shut every flapping mouth
If I had known it was that
Little known little fact
I would blow quicker at
Silly domes spitting wack
Filler quotes big attacks
Get it known idiot
Uh uh
Really phoned in all that
Inner tones getting mad
Bitch I'm going in a bag
Bitch is going in a bag
Kill all those believing bad
Seeing forms really at
Feel atoned ′til you're flat
Feel inclined to be hurting people
Know I′m fine for eternity I'll
Keep trying to convert they′ll see all
Inspired by an urge to free all
Since the higher conversed with me awed
A messiah's the term I plea falls
Feel a smile as I burn the steeple
Feel a pride they all yearn the evil
Take in stride every cursed keynote
Speak of lies but I'll turn them real though
Why not try if I heard they see faux
Think it′s time that I earn esteem known
The guy who adjourned the feeble uh
Get on with it
I been on a mission
Been doggin′ it
A big dog up in it uh
Rich off business
With thin pockets tinted
A crimson pigment
I'm in charge of living uh
Memoirs of men who′d been wrong ascended
Big monument
I'll′ve been documented uh
Sing songs of it
I'll live on in listen uh
Kong-esque mention
From wisdom I′m spreading uh
There's a weapon in every room
We're never left with an empty tomb
There′s a method to every move
How dare you question my view
There′s a fair old end for the true
And the terrible for the brute
So get on out of my way
You fickle being of pray
I'm sick of being ok with
Them feeling feelings astray
You′ll see the real in a day
Continue being persuaded uh
Lemme at 'em now
Too many problems to add up count
Lemme hack ′em down
List just grows 'til I′m at the ground yuh yuh
Lemme at em now
Not fucking done 'til I flat the crowds
Lemme hack 'em down
Forcibly shut every flapping mouth
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