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FUCK OFF CLARENCE!! Big Lez Show jungle remix by Benny V.

Benny V - Fuck Off Clarence

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--Lyrics--
Has anybody told you the present is old news?
Peddlin’ your presence puttin’ heads in that old noose,
They don’t lose, better refuse you won’t do
it’s a war In the core, you know, these your tombs,
 
Any more is enough, get a whore and a blunt
You can run but you stand outdone in the funds
I’ma lunge, I’ma budge you to bust in the bustle,
Yellin’ out, run, fucker run, better hustle,
 
The paradox is when the heroine calls and says
‘Look, give it your all or you can not get involved.’
But when she's honestly abrasive then the problem evolves,
she crossed the line you tried to turn but you get smacked with a wall,
 
And It's just, raw sentiment, benefits not present,
But beggin’ for more presence, an energy so pressin’,
Pickin pieces, preachin’ peace and creepin’ to the exit,
Keep the keys and meet the greed with grievance or acceptance
 
--Hook-- 
More than me, to cross my eyes,
I, force my shine, hold my line
So high, I preach to both my sides,
Bide my time, grow my rhymes, I
 
I say all the right things, at all the wrong times,
Yea you might sing but it’s all the wrong lines,
In my all default mind, I’ma lie real quiet,
Let the time go by, let the time go by
 
 
Smokin this Golden Virginia,
A marriage of mirrors,
Dependent on the rarest of feelings,
And scared to admit it,
We chokin on the air of the minute,
It’s fair to resent it,
Defendin’ what you barely diminish,
 
An heir to the quitters, wearin’ the image,
Tearin the innards. Listenin’ for you to air the percentage
And animate the candidates that brought you there to present it
Pissed the pot away, shot astray and never regretted,
 
Mortified, objectified,
Sure to sign to semper fi,
Where tempers fly,
Let'em get a lick in for the dough,
Where the chickens get ahead,
And the wicked get a rope,
And the whippers got a snap,
Wishin’ well to give'em hope,
 
Snitch and tell to get'em smoked
Fell so far to know not,
The hell holds home, the tell shows those to know rot,
And no shock, go dot those, and grow bones, I,
Don't not know to not get froze, I won’t die
 
  
--Hook-- 
More than me to, cross my eyes,
I, force my shine, hold my line
So high, I can't control my time,
But i won't lie, I don't mind, I
 
I say all the right things, at all the wrong times,
Yeah, you might sing but it’s all the wrong lines,
In my all default mind, I’ma lie real quiet,
Let the time go by, let the time go, bye

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