KUNTEYNIR - Тонус(CHEREPASHKIN REMASTERED)

Kunteynir - Кошачья Бацыла

Kunteynir—Едем на выезд

New Creation Freestyle

V 1

I don’t know passion from pen
Leaving earth eagle-eyed
I’m afraid I have sinned
Left all these poor souls down to drain
While I kick off to Maine
Lobster, and hot sauce with hollandaise
I remember I prayed to get layed
Suicidal thoughts driving me into oblivion
Am I afraid I have sinned
Or am I lost in the war-torn poverty stricken country
For lunch meat I want $3
Ate a little poetry so you could see the birds from the bees
Forgot what sleep felt like
Ancient whoring bed lice
Traded for $5 and $4 and life
She made me known popularly
Made me known to the holy land
Holy damn, if i have fear
Id be so near to the holy land, happiness and bliss and cake for three
Shorty got me tied up in a knot
Luckily I can untie it
Luckily it doesn’t bind me
What’s risk is not spitting poetry from your soul
Hoeing yourself to the leaves and the grass
Mother Earth needs me
And I will feed her one day
Made cents not dollar bills my homie says 
I make an app to pass the time
Why is life so wise
It’s says
It’s called
Make a call from a brick, a brick from a phone, to turn your home into deadly demons
She makes me turn under my sweater
Sweat
Glistening
Mother Earth I wish she twerked I whisper to my moms
Shut up and pay attention she says
I’m a slave to these mentions
A careening fearful individual
For $3
For $3 I mentioned you to my minister
Shortly after kissing her
I didn’t mean to cheat on you life
Just exaggerating whispers
For $3

V 2

I got invited to a dinner party; I feel old, need a bow and arrow to match Cupid's torn asshole, I think I'm almost out of meds, tears to my eyes, listening to Eminem. I hope he'll be my friend; tired of bashing my head into the wall over this creativity thing, got my girlfriend a ring, we're engaged now, chain's raw, my poetry's the signal, got off social media, it was using up my mind, sworn to the grind, baby, I'm not available, we married this time, shine in the darkest caves, when we got this place, I thought we had it made, I'd pray everyday to make the go away; this game is simple, it wants your life, it requires your life, coffee's cold from too much hype, I'm rhymin' like I don't have three strikes, Maruchan ramen when it's cold, I'm made a different way, from the spirits in these caves. I'm not worthless, just worth the risk; baby, jump to me, tummy-tucked like she short on glycine. Biology class, I used to look at this girl's ass, first time oggling, not the last, press fast forward and I jump past--racists, faces, and the matrix, my body is Godly, treat it like a temple, raise a snare, I got a meditating Budha on my desk, nirvana, sometimes get small-minded, crimes I done did in my dandi' socks; it's cold in Chicago in the winter, short, got her eyes on the prize, won't falter; coffee's gone cold again, as if I know what I need, what I want, call it a party, this circus of the mind of mine, don't mind me, I'm just mindin' my own business; it's Christmas early, I might ask for her on my wishlist. My vape is out of juice, but I still hit it, like a torturous turtle; I do this to be great, too big, just great

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