How Many Moons
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How many moons
How many mornings
How many moons
How many mornings

Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe
How long's left for me
For whatever the time, for the rest of mine
I'm gonna spend time
Putting an end to my
Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
Why bother try offending me?
It's off with the heads of these swines
When I sign out you're gonna remember me

Remember me? Don't nobody wanna send for me
The only time they mention me or speak of me disrespectfully is when they sleep
I've been between a lot of legs of the body of a centipede
Please enemies be more courteous, save me the sweat and forget to breathe
Life could be easier, I could ease it up
Instead I look like someone tryna squeeze a dump
And I haven't eaten in months, for any of these MC's on the edge
I'll be the reason they jump off
Remember the jump off, when I come forth
You don't wanna be the MC I run towards
I like my liquor like I'm straight, I ain't no Dumbledore
Run toward two sluts like I love and adore you
But it's custom I come before you
And it's cool if I can't get it up cause I've got a cucumber for you
F*ck the world, I'ma stick it in mud
And stingy wanna drink you can piss in the cup
I leave women as livid as stunts
So run your lips I've been itching to give a chick a bit of a cunt pun

How many moons (How many moons)
How many mornings
(Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe)
How many moons (How many moons)
How many mornings

Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe
How long's left for me
For whatever the time, for the rest of mine
I'm gonna spend time
Putting an end to my
Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
Why bother try offending me?
It's off with the heads of these swines
When I sign out you're gonna remember me

Sanity I squandered it
I think I've gone a bit too far in darkness I'm wonderin'
Guetts he's pissed he ain't on the list
Well I'm pissed off I'm not on the top of it
Deep in thought conspiring
Get the firemen
Call my thoughts a firing frime
Not twiddling thumbs
I'm playing the world's smallest violin
Inconsiderate like I give a f*ck how they feel
Kidnapping rappers and having them as microwave meals
I know my meal's ready when the microwave stops
I'm a lot more Jack Nicholson than I am Michael J. Fox
F*ck the creep that crept up on daisy low
In the baby grow
I sat on her knee and told her to touch me inappropriately until my daisy grows
I'm not a man of her man kind
Mechanical mad man
I make Hannibal look more like Annabelle, I'm an animal right now

How many moons (How many moons)
How many mornings
(Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe)
How many moons (How many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left

How many moons (How many moons)
How many mornings
(Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe)
How many moons (How many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left

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