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C&C (part I)

from Counterfeit Paradise by D'Amato

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lyrics

I'm so tired of white people, Oh does that make a racist?
I don't care, I'll plead guilty to no matter what the case is
You can lock me up in jail, I will break out immediately
and then I'll murder whatever politicians that stands in front of me
this is sociopath rap, bury the treasure and burn the map
settin' off my own booby traps, rob the bank and then give it back
my Life is only worth the prize at the bottom of the crack jack
I don't give a damn, yo I'm really fuckin' sick of that
my whole Life is lies, I know no facts
I'm just bitter 'cause no one will accept me, nobody ever sex me
I pissed off a voodoo vixen and she went and hexed me
don't fuckin' text me, if You wanna talk call
even then I probably won't pick up, I'm so sorry to You all
I realize that I've got problems, spend each day trying to solve them
I just wanna keep on growin', I just wanna keep on evolving
well You know what, just disregard every single word that I've ever said
yo I'm 25 years old and I don't know how the fuck that I ain't dead

hey yo, hey yo yo yo, hey yo check your future! hey You hey!
grow up, go to college, get a job, gain money
stay in your place never act funny
spend all your time within work that You hate
grow old until death realize Life was a waste
grow up, go to college, get a job, gain money
stay in your place never act funny
spend all your time within wallow and waste
and pray that death comes in haste

it's an ego thing I guess, I'm high up in the eagles nest
these juicy worms I don't digest, I chew em', spew em' for the rest
I cut him, threw him to his death
and was home for dinner in one breath
but then Mama washed my mouth out with soap
I cry in restaurants, layer of teflon, You don't wanna step on me
I'll pull out your tampon, Oh so grand mon
put the pretty lamp on so I can see
tip-tippity-tap D'Amato where You at?
now give that fuckin' Dog back
You Pit Bull thief, You pool of grease
I thought You were better than all that
you're fuckin' fat and your eyes are too Blue
no one but your Mother will ever Love You
*Hey I respect your opinion as a free thinking individual all of that
but I don't find those sentiments to be true*
You don't get at me when I say to get at me
I ain't really happy, but I'll lie and say I'm happy
I'm happy
and my Brother's still alive
and there really is a God
and bees don't live in hives
they rent out apartments on the lower East side
and they don't make honey they just hit the floor and jive
jive, jive, jive, jive, jive, jive

a Brother and a
Pit Bull left in September
forcing me to deal
with the oncoming
inevitably chilling
Milwaukee weather
alone with the task
to remember that instinct
will always reign supreme

I lost my best Friend and my Bitch in the matter of a month
danced through the eye of the storm and I didn't blink once
and if You listen to my Music You'd understand it's all about
Cocks & Cunts
fuck doubles I do my own stunts

best Friend and my Bitch in the matter of a month
danced through the eye of the storm and I didn't blink once
and if You listen to the facebook You'd understand it's all about
Cocks & Cunts
fuck my hand I ain't fucked in months

best Friend and my Bitch in the matter of a month
danced through the eye of the storm and I didn't blink once
and if You listen to your Heart You'd understand it's all about
Cocks & Cunts
Maaaan, fuck bowls, You know I only smoke blunts...
OH STOP STOP

credits

from Counterfeit Paradise, released July 25, 2015
written, produced, and performed by D'Amato
featuring Dew E., Beatrix, Tilly
engineered by Maurice 'Moses' Pelman
mastered by Dan Frankel

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