Lyrics:
Someone's hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
While their editor assures them the means justifies the ends
'Cause we only hunt celebrities,
the editor, can't get read
But his painted sled, instead it's a bed
Yes, I see you on your window ledge
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
want this gold clean and shining
Don't need to remind me about the divine, he polishes
He demolish his competitors, who was the editor
To bad mouth these
sit the googly off the daily paper. Cllip red or blue. Either way the shredder chew. Letter to the editor messenger, let him through
Engine engine
scatter data that'll catapault a metaphor
The epitcle epilogue editor
Trendsetter, letters are formin together
in the jaw side of my mouth, I'm alphabetic
responding to my editors
Imma play some kacky with the boys tonight
They'll spam me saying
I forgot to upload
c vid today, yeah
Imma play some kacky with
as ever to survive
well everyones an editor
trying to get a read on me
the less complete a sentance is
the more i guess i tried to say
your looking for
Canceling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin' dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin' other editors with
The octopus in your purse
Is cursing like an evil sailor
But remember the knife is worse
For the editors of movie trailers
And if you want me
The One Man Arsenal, epitome of respect
[ CHORUS ]
(To make a short story long, just listen up close)
(I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
of the twin powers we activate
I'll tear into competitors
Pluck them like chicken feathers
Or better than ever
Incredible poetical editor
Deader be
predator
How to kill a rapper, I'm the manual's editor
Have to respect him, chew him, shit him out a mechanical rectum
Yeah, still getting cash till I
in an apple, an apple has been rotten
Scheme like a clan, I plan like Bin Laden
Supreme, screen writer, slit, script editor
Drop the LP, many hit
on video soon
They're taking their lix
'Cause the critics say nix
And the editors are gonna try to fix it in the mix
But the stock sees green on page
the
The editor (and I) ? eliminate my competitor
Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator
So in my head I'm on back tracking niggaz
Subtracting niggaz ? I'm
help me make them see
I scatter data that I catapult to metaphor
The epiticle epilogue editor
Hey, hey, hey
Ease back, who is that, Getting up in
To editor: the guy says 'shit' along with some other nonense at the end of the song.
breast
The darling of, the darling of, creation of the editor
I guess that's what, suppose that's what she's for
I hope they're crying in their sleep
Canceling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin' dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin' other editors with
I can flick a cigarette butt
Further and with more accuracy
Lots of practice, I guess
Someday we will all be editors
That jumps around from
and steady wins the race, fuckface
This is a letter to the editor sent in an envelope
Sealed shut by some candle wax
Shipped by an olden only show pony,
yes that's perfect
Make me over meta human
You asymmetrical editors to fantasies of slave uprisings
I'll try to match your enthusiasm for
you mean creditors and magazine editors
Same ones that debted us and put niggaz ahead of us
I'm a mad dog who sits in the dark
I'm fixin' to bark
a letter to the editor
I don't know if death certificate's better than the predator
Veteran cheddar getters know to do it togetherer
And that's way they
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