Shake the 5 Dusts - Oncemore, Lyrics

Pretender pandemic
Heretical image
Never sendin that visage
Physiognomy of a cunt
Got me fucked up

Goddamn slammed
By the spite of a hateful punk
No one that never
Held or reached for guns

Thinking you're a bad man
Code of a broken slut
Only been in Badlands
Thinking that's enough
Only ever been shit
Humble bragging but
Know you'll never be shit
Til you look in the mirror

Where do I go from here
Where do I exceed what I hear
Where do I go from here
Where do I exceed what I hear

Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop, drop, smoke
Stop

Shout out to a 3 feet
Green bong named Vlad
Bow down to a weed fiend
Scheme strong stay shagged
Fuck a rhyme scheme
And your rap-cop culture
You're guarding empty houses
From fucks that ain't vultures
Oncemore, fuck your blank bars
Brag bout faux keeps
In death, you're no czar
Fuck emo little bo peep's as
Hard as you are
Gates open to wack bitches
Look at all of the stars

Wish I could coast & ghost
Without talking shit
Don't hang in for a punchline
Like I really don't mean it
Lowest common denominator'll
Get you big
Wonder if conscious or not
Puffin cigs

If your greatest hits sound like Drake
I know your dumb ass just chasing taint
Con-art, not an artist
You novice mind waste
Blanket statement
Fuck your name

Where do I go from here
Where do I exceed what I hear
Where do I go from here
Where do I exceed what I hear

Buck your trends and again
Say oncemore
Never been with it
Buck your trends and again
Say oncemore
Never been with it
Buck your trends once again

You hitting my fucking cervix over & over
Shove your cock down my throat, make my bile taste like nut

Why
Aren't all your kind
Why
Aren't all your kind

Yo
Hit it
Flip it and my drip like
Cum out your mum's cunt
Fly as I am high
Indifferent to dumb fucks
Ready to sideswipe
Knownothing noones
Slitherin lines bite
Every cat's tongue

Still boppin Wu
Like it used to be
I'm smokin death cool
Like I used to be
As long as I've loved THC
Know I've always fucked with ODB

I'm DMT at 17
Dipfuck kids don't trip, but lean
Sippin dope copious
Poppin pill opiates
Leave movin coke
To the CIA

You ain't a
Freeway
Ricky Ross
When I speak
Eyes gloss
Stuck up fucks spit weak
Blind sauce bluffin
Come up and get me
Cause you can't fuckin touch me

Yo
Came to scare your hoes
Hear me
But you don't know what I'm saying

Shit-
Sure
Came to scare your hoes
Hear me
But you don't know what I'm saying