Summoned Souls - Dirty Laundry lyrics

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Summoned Souls - Dirty Laundry lyrics

[Verse 1: Eidolon] Industry is wack Fall back gettin lapped bud Roll swishers with Snxp while my b**h give me back rubs The Gilgamesh of rap Your face flat in a bath tub The world is in my lap Its a wrap, made it through the flood f** Youtube comments on my teacher sh** Barely pa**in cla** but you can eat my dick Got a backpack full of black gla** from my broke past splittin seams with it You got a costco hoe eatin whole sale p**y Got a whole foods chick grabbin gourmet tooshie Say a little more sh** bout the dead batteries bit And I'll slit your damn wrist gonna wish you never pushed me [Verse 2: Rich Maiden] Got you wrapped around my finger, sewed it up Mixing soda with the soma we don't give a f** Yung kz, lemon street goons Park the kawasaki, chilling out and eating chop sushi Y-3's on my feet Call up yohji yamamoto i don't wanna qasa seen They don't know me like they think I pray it's all a dream, the devil in me set me free Yea, i got demons in me Slicing up my skin because it's time for them to leave I don't even wanna bleed I'm trying not to stain my white tee Get it e [Verse 3: E.] That rum make me numb .45 on my toungue Paint the f**in walls with the slip of my thumb It's flame in my lungs Calf tatted with the scrum Ambition glissin in my gums, so you know I can't succum I got the sword in the trunk if you tryin to test me Nuts swing so low gettin blood on my testes What's next b, gotta get me some of that west breeze Gettin big like cali b**bies outta the wet tee Half my friends and family thought I'd never be sh** Just a lazy a** kid puttin waste to his wit Told me stop wastin time, you should probably quit But these kids in the pit my real family my clique. COVEN [Verse 4: RM] Dirty laundry in the Pontiac fiero Saw me break the f**ing odds I'll break your nose if you come anywhere near me or any of my brothers in the coven Momma raised me from the gutter So you know I came from nothin Winter/summer, all the seasons take a number on my mental So I got the rope around my neck again, I'm buggin California callin me I'll take the bus and leave it all behind if I could bite a piece of that pacific pie

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