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tried untrue (single)

by whiff trophy

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much applause for Mark Roberts of MVP on the horn

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tried untrue
found guilty of
casually
calling you baby
sorry, too
i didn’t mean
anything more
than
warming your pastry
stirring your gravy

they call me the velvet hammer
cause my words get results, yet are courteous
i spit on the track like i spit in the world
cause the clap gets us off
all magical-fabulous
i’m just here for the animals
led by the sensual
smell of the menstrual
leading minstrels
to pinnacles
of tangible bliss
i shoot and don’t miss
skeet skeet between sheets
and then it’s pennyroyal tea in the morning
for breakfast
there’s only one me
and i'm just here to wreck this
always in all ways
put your dome on spin
make you think in pictures
make a sculpture from tidbits
should i name myself
amongst the greatest rappers
i could cause i know em
and they know the flex matters
that’s how one get in god-mode
it’s really not that bad
when you grant that it’s just hoes and bros
code of the streets
knock what wobbles to beats
if you’re hungry then eat
got got got got got sauce on my meat
known to make skeet skeet
that make me up for the hat
grab the sceptre
and your sister?
she’s clever
enough to know
bling is naught but a plaything
she took off the ring just to wash up
then someone else walked in
put a wink to her
and made her blush
was that enough
in your imagination
to bring the real bile up
how much joy it cost to make that skin boil, boi
that's the blood trying to get out
cause the house always wins
cancer rise to the top
every one time in twelve
hard to fly well
when you've chopped your own wings off
for a name on the face of the earth
we’re just dirt
your wings are your truth and your death won't hurt
but go on live your dash till you’re out of cash
then come to talk to me
what’s gonna happen once the worms gather to crawl
upon your grave
just sayin it was made a mess of
my stable mind
why'd you have to put a maze on top
and then you walk off
wish i just would’ve dodged you
instead of soaking up all of your goddamn hogwash
like broken eggs
brushed on top
of my perfectly rose buns
oh hon
is it time yet to flip me?
brown on the edge
white on top
the heat makes the glob drop
the spoon scoops it up
your skin’s hot
to the touch
one more verse cause you love me
and i love you too, boo
already told you it’s true
i told you it’s true
like 1+1=2
do-do the arithmetic
or you can just kiss me

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released September 10, 2023

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