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Nardwuar

by Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

on Dollar Menu (2022)

[Intro]
The number you have reached, “9-1-1”, has been changed, to a non-published number

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
You minuscule
Peanuts sound like [?] interviews
[?] can turn Henny to minerals
Generals, criminals, [?] by the genitals, pinnacles
Gettin' higher, say amends gun heavy like stone-hedge
I shoot the emblem off your Benz, then fill your windshield with tint
The end
[?] feel pain from within
Repent the sins
Separate the Gods from the Devil and the man
Fuck the sermon that the pastor made
I pull a pin off a motherfuckin' flash grenade
Mask like a masquerade
Trash and plagued
Blast your legs
The slave and the master dead
Off with your head
Niggas be shaking and talking of stocking up bread
Put one in his head
Then you gon be [?] you talking 'bout walking fast
The mark of the [?]
[?] and I fled
Im taking his bread
But thou shall not be killed I walk with the dead motherfucker

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Let's fucking go
Ayo
See 9 toes, slick out the door
Y'all know she visiting, she lick like a pro pronto
Raise the bar and Im bendin' it
Get your mind blown in a garden for Slytherin
Harry Potter drippin' cold water pardon the Timberlands
Gore-Tex with [?], 'bout it rhyme Remington
Point Dexter [?] why I'm a Gremlin
I eat after 12, bad boy and the feminine hard as hell
To keep ass wipes off internet
So I avoid it
I pedal my wares, hit the crib, get some head from a lawyer
Street nigga bred, diggin' bread, niggas dead in a soil
My goyim
Help you shuffle off this mortal coil
Don't make me line you up like [?]
Make sure you load your TEC before you chaff from out the side of your fucking neck
Iron monkey in 3-Dimension
As if I need to mention wire bungee, fire clunky so keep your distance
Why not the whole entire [?]
You had to been there to live in there
You gotta toggle off with thin air (tighten up)
[?] rose with the flat nose
Put holes in your Earth like the [?] pour dope in the vacuum
Brought toast in the backroom
(Why the fuck they call this shit a greenroom and we can't even burn one man
I'm tired of this shit
No more fucking janky promoters man)

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]
Growth for trout in a particular river
Pierce the hogs head, bounce salt cure 'em in liquor [?]
I let the grocery store coupon kibble
Y'all nibble
Forget the Yucáns are more little
Small potatoes [?] triple
Walt Disney a nigga
Take ya olive oil, raw spinach, [?] a little
Let the coke ring off
Take a [?] shit in a store and get the whole clove bit off
Spiked your face like Louis
Treat a dying man to his grave, treat a steak like Philly
Fail me one provolone without one [?] whiff
When in doubt, Allah fit his dick in the Devil mouth
One draw and my stick spit several out