No Tip for the Tollman Lyrics by 137
Spit gross like an infestation
Champagne toast with the roach’s nation
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Spit gross like an infestation
Champagne toast with the roach’s nation
Oh, to be a fly upon the wall for the fall of an empire
Ah, but I do suppose that’s why the poet’s clothes
Hey man
We got to talk
Opening
My window
Grievances, pt. 1
Crown by eskry
I don’t, need your seasonal wishlist
You must have lost your mind
Pen lights the way
So in the midst of darkness don’t be surprised
Ribs tender like a cow before slaughter
At least this Kobe cow’s massaged afore I’m put on your platter;
I say i’m gonna just keep chasing
But i don’t know where to go
Rather be six feet apart
Than six feet under