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in scraper spin it outt
got clown sum like a booss do
lookin like coo mo deep cuzin i coon (I coon)
Dark 30 Gold on premoo
off to the treman house

Into the Deep 

(music & lyrics by Kenneth Siedentopf Knigge, 2024) 

I jumped off the train on my way to Wales
And saw him as he sat calmly

I shoulda been by know
Cadilacs stand to the tree line I making then be like
Swerving to the curv tires pealin rubber pealin
Pull up to a halt but

rockin' the deep purple face Rolex
My liver used to be a pool of liquor, Joe Gomez
Villa Honegg, in Switzerland, just to rejuvenate
Listen to what's not

She isn't in the bed
I take a deep breath and put my hand on my head
Relax
It's a game of hide and seek
Shes in the closet I know it
I open

You should know by now your doubt is cheap
Four mixtapes and three EPs
And two albums, head up in the clouds
I'm gunning for the mountain peak (mountain

I'm so in my head
Drowning deep inside
I'm so in my head
I'm so dead inside
I'm so in my head

I'm so in my head
Demons in my head
Demons in my head

He took me down by the river just to watch the sun set
It was summer in Texas and we'd only just met
The sky turned deep blue and purple blending

of my head counting my days
Cursing my bones
Real life took me by surprise, I didn't know

Shit, uh, made me sick, uh
No one asked you what you thought

Twenty-five hours of love in the life of
"Happy the Golden Prince Rides Again
" his sluggish purple crest flopping
Over his dotty eyes as he casts

a Dogg Pound, could even Dru Down
Provoke me album is weak your whole shit sound like karaoke
Conversation, loss of limbs amputation
Head meaning

and purple wonder how I'm moving
Solo cups and purple wonder how I'm moving
Uh huh
Uh huh
Oh yeah
Uh huh
Bitch what you say to me
Tryna get up in my head but

Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said before my radar's going bibbit bibbit
The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I

ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015

Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by

and drink your pride 
Nothing I get bothered by 
Playing cards to your chest
Keeping secrets tight
I can flick on the switch at night to my porch light

Drops

hummingbird feeders
Elderberry wine by the liter
Neural pathways over catacombs
What if I brokе this stupid glass over my dumb head?
Let all thе blood run down

album by Dumb Ugly
And I just hope they feel me like a touch screen
No longer take into consideration
On how they judge me
Freedom of speech
Bass is

lean
'Cause why you cap though?
You not built for the streets, huh?
Run up 100 on the fucking meter
Sipping purple by the fucking liter
In my head I'm

a heap
	Beauty's only skin deep
Chorus
You can't judge a book by its' cover
Turn the page and you will discover
Sunday's best is This Ugly Dress

Bridge

Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome

six feet deep
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious
With that nonsense
Read in between that fine print
Think about lyrical content
Then about where your time

Walking all alone
Drawn toward the lodestone
Deep sleep, I've never been more at peace
The purple cascade
Reminds me when I laid in the twilight glade
Our

the heavens in hues of black and blue
Yet adorned with shades of pink purple and gold
Vaporous water phantoms drift
At sunrise's glow the fire of a new day's

owh
I just want scrap up the pot uh
I just want count up the gwop uh
I just want ah whole lot
I just want me some head uh
I just won't smoke no reg uh
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