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godfather and his dog haus

ole rob is talking
all that blah blah blah
steady stream of chinglish
from godfather Russia
 
there’s drugs all on the table
the liquor is running out
oh to be a fly on the wall
and see what it’s all about
 
a straight up mad bin
walking around talking trash
damn, get back to the dog house
with your shit talking ass
 
fuck, did you even hear what he said
spitting deep shit in four languages
something about the bloody universe
and no sleep cause we’re all savages
 
oh, to be a fly on that wall
think I got a little contact buzz
weed and cigarette smoke curling
can’t nobody shut the fuck up
 
we’ve got one in the corner
another over there philosophizing
and god, they all talk at once
my brain is straight up splicing
 
this is the mad dog’s haus
one is even in a real dog house
and no i don’t care to leave
but I guess I have to let him out
 
take your ass to bed already
been on this wall for four fucking days
i’m so ready to close my eyes
but not ready to end the haze
Written by LivDiane
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Channeling my inner CarpeNoct!
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