The undeserving title track. What aggressively straight middle school me didn't know I wanted to be all along, and I will tell you that that is on the real my child.
f la ming fuego
gae sus
LYRICS:
lyrics
(Ayo…I’m from a kinda…place and time
I don’t really vibe with it…fuck you too)
(Stage dive…)
Fuego Sus done built it up
From nada and nothing to something and such
I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus
Y’all ‘ready know how it go, it’s the future
Fuego Sus done built it up
From nada and nothing to something and such
I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus
Might suck a dick ‘fore I give a fuck, like
Hold my Prozac, let me go bust a nut on my soul then go in - sus
Shut down all my function, fuck shit up then don’t get woken up
Bleed-free, shit I’m all bone and I’m stone cold I feel fantastic
Write my way out death then come back just to smack that antagonist
Gassin’ up, gettin’ go, light me up, let me glow
Over and out of your fuckin opinion
Trillion cells in my body
What do you fuckin’ know, none of you fuckers can get wit’ ‘em, guh
I’m duckin’ and pivotin’ up
I’m fuckin’ envisionin’ nothin’ but what I done came into make happen
Actual fact is I rap and my limit is none
Slide to the left (slide to your death)
Slide to the right (slide to abyss)
Take it back now yall (take it back)
One hop this time (one hop)
Two hops this time (two hops)
Right foot let’s stomp
Left foot let’s stomp
Everybody clap your hands
Clap {4 sets of 14}
Now it’s time to get funky
Fuego Sus done built it up
From nada and nothing to something and such
…cha cha real smooth
Hahahaha blablablubluh
Fuego Sus done built it up
From nada and nothing to something and such
I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus
Might suck a dick ‘fore I give a fuck, like
Nothin’ on me but a hot pink lip and a shot kneecap cus I talk that crap (sus)
Fuckin’ ennui off all that nonsense shit y’all get off with, shit’s wack
Nothin’ on me but a computer-dildo and the balls of a homo (ye)
Runnin’ on E, get three digit, get a brick on gas, I’m ghostin’, oh
Slurp y’all soylent and die at twenty-five
Rise above the crowd, staple shit to nip
Fuck a silverback, where his buildin’ at
Let it fall, slap pixy track and dip
Get in back the whip, ride to no tomorrow
Suck a cock and feel quite alright
Fuckin’ strap me in, toss me off a cliff
Come back, die for the shit I fuckin’ live
Dope gringo up in it, oh
Wahme crank it, wahme roll
Wahme crank that dope gringo
Then Fuego Sus that ho, nowahme
You crank that dope gringo now
You crank that dope gringo now
You crank that dope gringo now
You crank that dope gringo now (x2)
Watch me
Fuego Sus done built it up
From nada and nothing to something and such
I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus
Might suck a dick ‘fore I give a fuck
Fuego Sus done built it up
From nada and nothing to something and such
I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus
I will suck a dick before I give a fuck like
Guh
(ay, ay….okay, okay, now)
Sus
credits
from FuegO SuS,
released December 14, 2016
Ross G Cardillo
The friend The Growling Son plays his instrument so beautiful. I'm impatiently pumped for his full volume debut album, here's his lo-fi stuff in the meantime. DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive)