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    "Nutsymtom" Lyrics


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    The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump
    Blessed are those who erupt when we turn up
    Right now we corrupt

    Cons the shades we don in the neon night
    We're gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
    I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
    I gotta cool capability to toast and ill
    Yo my daddy told me, "Hey son you must act chill"
    Alien rough
    My galaxy is tough

    Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and swing
    Men from Mars ain't ever gonna hang
    With dope Buddha's come to the stage we are attackin
    Space assassin naked live and never slackin
    Come a day on the way enter on S.A.
    Amplified form another world far away

    I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
    Here's the thang that I bring and I promise to come live
    While the masses passes upon there fucking asses
    And if you don't see get glasses

    That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
    The motherfucker is not scrub I said the man is the kind
    With the one that I call Brine Shrimp
    We never ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff
    Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone
    Then I'm stoned watch out

    Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
    Don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia
    That the thing that mash up your nature
    Mash up your body and mash up your culture

    Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
    I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
    With dexterity and goes on and on and on
    And turn out the dope shit like the one that's called
    Pawn Shop Press yes it's on what's up
    P-Nut change it up
    This song was submitted on July 28th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Aaron Charles Wills, Chad Ronald Sexton, Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nicholas Lofton Hexum, Timothy Jerome Mahoney.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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