Lyrics Your Money Sucks - aNTOJE, Samurai Outlaw

Your Money Sucks

If you bet they’re working on pornography then I’m grey fucking
They gon' stuff em with this lyrical cocaine
When I flame inside us with acidic ruffians
Sit your emaciated ass down and grab a muffin
Cuz' possession of a feature film were your cousins are touchin' each other
And in that count, how many idiots have I murdered today
Logic, eight options, possibly call those cave
Couple bitches from my past smelling ass yesterday
While my fans who swore to God that I’ll never change
Well apparently I’m the future test for Kimbrly Park
When we wer personified a timeline I duplicate art
Come back from the future as all in effects so
Get the smog machine on cuz I’m walking on set
Been out the loop for a minute
How real
Tenfold ninjas in backyard, katana music
Shurikens to your membranes, an eye for an eye
Side for your side, blind for a color demise
Call them all lines, brothers in arms, family ties
Vanity cries, insanity from justice was mine
Turn this malfunctions formulate junctions from junks to punctions
Shoot it off with an AK, tracing dear Trey Trey
With a blue paper solely for blueprints
Salivate the trueness, active the ruthless nuisance from the booth
Spit with werewolves who transform
Facts long gone, the meaning behind every song is implosive
The dataset too explosive when I wrote this
I’mma shoot, yelling profane propane
And this other mother attempting to figure out why abortion was never discussed
Cuz maybe I would’ve had a chance if resistance was cuffed
The guy before my existence was thrown up into the devil’s nuts
Cuz life was deepthroating as a premise to have me here
Maybe it would’ve been easier if my parents were both queer (Faggot!)
But the cops were in love with the traffic instead of sending me here
Figuring out why Autumns leaves are on in the middle of the year (Bitch!)
Equinox, I rock the socks off of the eclipse
Solar power all when I’m starting to lose shit
Move princess’s makeup when I cum on her tits
Regret formulates as soon as my mind the sense of and the calm hits
Pistols to the temple in my hospital since
I never existed I’m just a ghost with a bottomless clip