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    Moka Only / Lyrics

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    "Crunch" Lyrics

    Moka Only feat. Swollen Members

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    I'm the durable mammal, Moka Only the complete abnormality
    Fatality maker, don't you sleep
    Why? It's detrimental that you set your mental clock right
    So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right
    The top tight, my mic's made of alabaster
    Castin' shadows the size of Mount Shasta before I smash ya
    I promise to be the bombest, I gotta say that,
    You want to die? Well you can be accommodated
    To be honest, you soft like hummus
    To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro or become sawdust
    I'll Husqvarna? that ass with no exception
    Been ill since my conception, I come for the collection
    Same ol' cash respectin' bitches I can't front yo,
    Bizzy D went back to the hotel an' spelled his name in dough
    I'm hella pro, a rappers work is never done
    I like necks, I think I'm 'bout to suck one

    I put my pressure on the corners and cave the box in
    There's homicide on my breath and rhyme circles of sin
    See if I don't re-animate the meat grinders grain
    In the 8 wing where gray veins protrude from my gray rings
    My collection of strange things include:
    A barreling delivery like a Winchester and a pool full of crude
    Oil in my turmoil ridden block of ill rhythm
    Where cracker cockroaches talk about class division
    See I'm not stuck in a strucked out function
    I adapt to the place I hear the bass bumpin'
    Keep every rhyme different, that's a sign of affection
    Keep a bag of Buc Fifties in my cabinet of medicine

    Make sure the door's locked and your deadbolt's fastened
    Your worst nightmare that shares no compassion
    Acid flashbacks get hacked up into fractions
    Sergeant's road kill, still missing in action
    An unaffectionate date, I'm section 8
    Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay
    Do you stay awake at night thinking of the things you should worry about?
    Follow this blood trail and hurdle through the forest
    of doubt, til I'm out
    In the wide open plains, hopin' to maintain
    The same yield, but the field's littered with corpses
    Death is my departure, til then I'm explosive
    An overdose of death, spare me no thrill
    I'm rare, bare me no ill will, I'm there
    The last man standing, never call a truce
    Apologize? Nah, strength needs no excuse
    This song was submitted on November 7th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Daniel James Denton, Kiley Hendricks, Shane Bunting.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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