Jamberry

By Disjointed

On MASK

Released on April 1, 2016

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Disjointed, Hisoka, prince poignant, the roasta

Boasting most, ghost tokes, bolster posters

Of my name, the don fame on my train

Your song lame, my claim to fame is anything that I’ve made

Blonde dames on the dong body lookin like a tonka crane

Conquer states and mobb at rates not before thought plausible

Hostile bull, horns a raging, torn up blazers

A force of nature, born a savior

Lore eraser, course i’m blazing, torque up, patient

Cork is hastened, pork to make, more a safened form to take

So gorge it, bitch

Forcing it, orc as shit, with an orca dick, eating a horker strand

Fork in hand, fucking working it, the dork can spit

Furthermore, I’m a burger lord, and I’m serving more

Attitude a sterner form

And i’m out of my Gon damn mind

Running through a field of bomb land mines

It’s lawn jam time, but upon abrasive text

I’ll erase the next face I suspect best on

Jest and naked flesh, pasty rest, agressive cake

Baking sex chasing pests are based as heck, homie