S. divinorum (SSW636xDiamond Bonds is Unbreakable) (feat. MONARRÁ)

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Botanist

Botany, also called plant science (or plant sciences), plant biology or phytology, is the science of plant life and a branch of biology. A botanist, plant scientist or phytologist is a scientist who specialises in this field. The term "botany" comes from the Ancient Greek word βοτάνη (botanē) meaning "pasture", "herbs" "grass", or "fodder"; βοτάνη is in turn derived from βόσκειν (boskein), "to feed" or "to graze". Traditionally, botany has also included the study of fungi and algae by mycologists and phycologists respectively, with the study of these three groups of organisms remaining within the sphere of interest of the International Botanical Congress. Nowadays, botanists (in the strict sense) study approximately 410,000 species of land plants of which som… more »

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It's a sad, sad world
And I can't say I've been helpful
Truth be told
I fucked around
And now I live regretful
I spend my time devising lines
Owed my brother, console me

Yo wits aint shit, get your wig split
Sewed back and stitched on
Some Frankenstein monster abomination
Ya bitch I'm the sickest
Most fucked up, illest since Reaganomics
Gettin fucked up off Miles Davis witches brew
Like Pagan Alcoholics

Let em come, and Let em go
Don't let em show they face no mo
'Cause Mo would know there aint no flow
He'd tell em so and off they'd go

Mo money, Mo problems
I slam like onyx
Spit taste balsamic
Asap got fuckin problems
Yo bitch wanna part of it
I do this for my partner
For Botanist
For Mo
For the audience
You pussy ass carnies whipped like pontiacs
Kali ma your chest like cardiac
I spit like Carti mixed with Carter Six
With 380 proof shit
That hit like Vietnam Troops
Put a crown on ya head like Goop
And alienate ya crew for steppin
Like dum dum doogan in the booth
And spittin too lose
I hit yo bitch like Pouya
Shouts out Rondo, yeah like Booyah! (Booyah)
Bumbaya motherfucker who ya
You really cant keep up

Fight the time
Don't stay in line
Those motherfuckers aint told me
Shit about the world
Shit about my life
Shit about intention
Or the pain that comes with strife
'Cause now I'm higher
No Comply-er
Skate that bull
Like I'm Margera
State of terror
Make no error
I'm the fucking cross bearer
No, you aint the pallbearer
Set down all that flawed ware
Real friends are shield-bearers
Nobody is gonna care
When you spit out the Lord's Prayer

Mixed with JPEGMAFIA and Triple Six
You better put me at the top of the list
Or I'll go full on arsonist

Synonymous with systems anonymous
My sister's startin shit
I got that Dahmer spit
A monolith with carpenter ominous solvents
You pigs eat on slop and shit
And bite people who posthumous with your writs

It's a sad, sad world
And I can't say I'm resentful
Truth be told
I fucked around
But now I'm livin gentle
Cause my time is now
I'm flying loud
I ride these instrumentals
None but love
It's paix, no doves
'Cause I can't fix my mental

Yo bitch suck dick
Like she suck dick
I keep that shit hid like
Tyler in the closet
I aint a fuckin snitch like yo momma
I slug like Louie Louis Prada
Vomitspit like MF DOOM
Yo man aint shit he still rock Fruit Of The Looms
Yo man aint shit he still rock Fruit Of The Looms

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