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letra de lyrics be killin' - jimmy e.l.e

[verse 1: jimmy e.l.e]

i be killin em, with adrenaline sentences, and filling em with killa synonyms from the villas up to the tenements
venomous since, cinnamon minced and pinched as an ingredient in the cinnabun, over the drum we finna c-m like a millin nuns, i’m attila the hun packing a zillion guns, my reptilian tongue strike and slash these criminal c-nts, for making me look like i am the villanous one, well then men guess the villain has won, yes and his pen has a billion and one flows, if trillion and one foe, were chilling at my show, lyrics be killin em slow, till decomposed and froze into penicillin from mold, give em some mo (more), fans are raising their hands from ceiling to flo (floor), this man is invincible mode, killing em cold, fulfilling foretold, principle killings in scrolls, from aeons and aeons and aeons and aeons ago

psss, not even holding a seance with ghosts, could get you to come close, to feeling the utmost, chills and thrills, upclose from hearing him spill cutthroat, lyrics that kill the most, advanced lyrical mans on both coasts, a low blow to those blokes in england or j-pan e.l.e smokes locs, and rhythms like tyrone biggums smoking a gram of c-ke, rip em and shiv em and trip em, and diss em, and zip em

jakes traced him on miami ave, i placed him inside a body bag, only his mommy mas mad, one of these days i’mma find me a pad one of these days, and kill me a f-g, one of these g-ys definitely gone pay, for making rainbows so g-y, what the f-ck did i say? was i thinking out loud? look at the crowd they’re looking at me strange, so i bit his face and growled, then i put
the gun to my brain, and yelled i’m out blaow!

guess i was destined to blow like george jung since i was very young and impressionable, i’m fresh with the flow
underground like root vegetables, who woulda known i’de go from boosting to choosing impeccable poems
exceptional forms beyond congressional norms, i created spectacle storms of special words born, to be inspected by
skeptical professors in dorms -(inhales breath)- only to be rejected by bespectacled freckled corns!

[bridge: jimmy e.l.e]

this is the part where i continue to say words that rhyme together in an entertaining manner, but i was just too lazy to
say anything over this part of the beat again, f-ck it here it goes i guess

[mock verse: jimmy e.l.e]

super scientific, cryptic mystic, lipstick chapstick get your -ss kicked, graphic tactics, super symmetric basket, weaving
even leaving steven jimmy beaming steaming s-m-n creaming demon, oh my gosh!

[verse 2: jimmy e.l.e]

times are hard but i am harder, the fire starter, hurry up and get my lyrics via barter, before i release my spirit
and die a martyr before tomorrow, so sayonara, i lied i hired a charter, and i’mma fake my death like tom sawyer, and
hide in nicaragua till it’s over, then come back, like 2pac as a holographic soldier, while my real self travels the
world 3 times over!

oh sh-t, the beat is over

- jimmy e l e

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