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Plane Dead - Man Seller

Turnin' up the gain
I'm rappin' like a god, Plane cover dis terrain
Tunes is da bane, here I dig my heels in game
Who cares that your fanbase are the hobos with no guns?
What is rap today? Platform, where I pray
Lot of silly rappers and they have no what to say
Only play around, I was hired to kidnap your daughter
To cut her organz out
I bump against this
You can catch me in the woods fuckin' a bear in the ass
With who you wanna mess?
The psychopathic fest
No rappin' for the rats
Plane is a bad dawg with a real shit
The pretty boy with undercut, on tha givenchy

You're rappin' while you're vacuumin'
You bitches know what Plane mean
Dis id my muthafuckin' six
You buddys all tha fuckin' hicks
Dis how I paintin' by words
And no way back for me for what
I hope dis lyrics you enjoys
I lied, you have no fuckin' choice

You talkin' underground to somehow aquit your beggary
I bang tha fuck you up it's my way to gag 'em in
Dis is beyond the pale
You try to act a gangster, wanna be a second Wale
It's your fatal boner, bitch, you're lookin' absurdly
And all your lardheads muthafucka fundamentally
Here I'm rebellin'
Don't give a fuck about who fightin' on my own land
Some faggots started this, another have continued that
Why should I be worried, ha?
We anyway under the manual of men seller, bitch
Okay, I'm entirely disregardin', so I'll dig you in the garden
Then concrete you there alive, I think it's time for the party

(Hook)

I can shurely state, all your eyes are on me, bitch
Don't even talk to me, cause Plane Dead a power leech
I don't sell myself, but it's enormous luck to buy
You would grab your money in a pyle, and throw to the sky
I wount get outside of you, who wrong, who right
I always on the sight
The whole night
First on the block?
I will squash you on the road like a fuckin' bug
Dis is my poetry, you've got it
I popped up today
Fuck your experimental, what you wanna fuckin' play
You fat bitch, muthafucka, better run away
Before I fuckin' hit your cellulite face, bitch

(Hook)


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