Farookh & Siddhartha (feat. shauharty, pakeezah & Kim Diaz Holm)

Suck my dick a thousand times, I'll still piss on your grave

Got the walk of god par feet of clay, I'm sorry

Nazaakat sey joh chaal thi wo walk of shame meri

Hai batheri baatein mere nange pairo ki nishaani

Mera joota hai Japani saathi footi kismat haanji

Did you know? Sindoor aur khoon ek hi murde sey karli shaadi maine

Farookh sey chahiye farsi

Toh farishton pey lagaana na baazi

Baikaiti mere jaise bandon ki parosey aadhi abaadi in the coming years

I'm telling you

It's inevitable, matlab aisa ho hi nahi sakta ki charas na ho bharat pey

I call it white money cause you know it's goes down on a saturday

The first one of the month bhai

Tere gharwalein bhi kaanp jaaye

Mere kharach dekh

Gangtok pey dekhi kabhi baraf hai?

Nahi dekhi? Isliye aadhi Dilli chatak hai

Meri kutton jaisi bhanak hai, isliye tere jaise chutiye ko hum parakhte

Every step of the way

See mera bhes badalte

Every step of the way

Ripples in the water beyond my flesh as concrete is poured on the spot where my mandable connects to my skull and I clench my teeth as the concrete hardens and one day my mouth will remain shut so all I can say is "mmmmmm" before my teeth fall out and I have to eat jelly through a goddamned straw for the rest of my life, the best of all possible life

Thekkil udhichora Saraswathi mozhiyana nunakal ariyo virutha? (Do you know of the lies told by the Saraswati who rose down south?)

Puzha Kadannora kuthikaalin murivukal arrukkan ariyo virutha? (Do you how to butcher the cuts on your heel that you got while you crossed the pond?)

Siddhartha

A liar outta Lily's womb

The last son of Rengan with a collar to tighten a ruse

The thieves' can't, my land knows

Imagine me a saint for boondocks and parables they trynna brew

Seven necks under them pistols

That I cut outta my brother

So a choir go kumbaya

Sucking barrels for a bitch

Of a winter that i would promise

For a nickel that they never have

They never will

They never have

They never will

Motherfuck a silver tongue, I run a riot

My Mary Jane go Basquiat like she don't know what crime is

My body earned a pyre that gonna keep all of the spite in

You fuckers know the name, skin the fuckers who ain't trying

Siddhartha Siddhartha Siddhartha Siddhartha

Now..

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