Cryptic One - Plexigla** Ceiling lyrics

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Cryptic One - Plexigla** Ceiling lyrics

I walked in the curch And asked a question of the reverend No snowballs in hell? How bout fireballs in heaven? He looked at me puzzled… and said "hmm… amen" And replied nonchalantly with a "hadoken" Then he said "take that at face value ace" Ok rev, but thats based on how that face rates Most taste that with a grain of salt… paltry Then complain about the grain and get salty Faulty wiring that needs to get fixed Im wise to the owls trick of the tootsie pop licks Stop biting… know of your cookie jar vicks You won't like when……. you get your prized rookie card ripped Was on strike then Knew it was no cookie cutter trip Look he mutters bits pieces flipped Until the puzzle fits If the muzzle fits wear it on the pulpit the culprit sits Bust through the ceiling in the clutch… f** this Bust through the ceiling in the clutch f** this f** this So kept my head above the rafters So i could see the clouds The befores that came after Unfriendly caspers Pose no answers So dear, no antlers Go tell the chancellor Proud tri lambda Cool nerd to the core man See what Im building And this is just the floor plan War jams pure but If the music is dull it sits Bust through the ceiling in the clutch f** this So kept my my head on that held high Took lumps and welted eyes Survived where hell thrived Escaped by my molar skin That sobering moment I am my worse opponent Took a while to get it through my big skull its thick Bust through the ceiling in the clutch… f** this So kept my head off the headstones Found life in headphones Zen home the endzone Pen roams and wanders Conjures that get grown honor k**ing off the drama I once harbored Polish the armor Absence made my heart grow fonder Looking for help they asked of rhonda It took a minute new chapters out for public Bust through the ceiling in the clutch… f** this So kept my head out my a**, right? Half right dark corridors no flashlight You hear that laugh right? In my past life i walked right pa**ed life And never paused to hear the bagpipes Sad right?Experience breeds character Thats mad nice But also breeds high calibur ma**acre The NRA sticking to them guns and clips? f** what they dealing up such dumb pricks Bust through the ceiling in the clutch…. f** this