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letra de ssjgod rap god parody – sansthedestroyer

[goku]
i’m beginning to feel like a saiyan god, saiyan god
all my people coming for the dragon b*lls,dragon b*lls
now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
they said i fight like a king, so call me fight-king

[goku]
but for me to fight like a warrior, it must be in my genes
i got a senzu bean in my back pocket
my opponent’ll go off when i show em my power
got a power knot from that fight profit
made a livin’ and a k!llin’ off it (literally)
ever since king furry was still in office
with the world feelin’ on his, n*ts*ck
i’m an saiyan still as honest
but as rude and as indecent as all h*ll
transformations, sk!ll-a-holic (k!ll ’em all with)
this flippity dippity-hippity martial arts
you don’t really wanna get into a p*ssin’ match
with this fighty-fight, packin’ a punch in the back of the hovercar
backpack fight cr*p, yap-yap, yackety-yack
and at the exact same time
i attempt these spiritual acrobat stunts while i’m practicin’ that
i’ll still be able to break a motherf*ckin’ table
over the back of a couple of f*ggots, and crack it in half
only realized it was ironic
i was signed to gt after the fact
how could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs
feel my wrath of attack
enemies are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad
it’s actually disastrously bad for the wack
while i’m masterfully constructing this master piece

[vegeta]
i’m beginning to feel like a saiyan god, saiyan god
all my people coming for the dragon b*lls,dragon b*lls
now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
let me show you maintaining this sh*t ain’t that hard, that hard
everybody want the key and the secret
to saiyan immortality like i have got

[vegito]
well, to be truthful the blueprint’s
simply rage and youthful exuberance
everybody loves to root for a nuisance
hit the earth like an asteroid
did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew!)
enemies get taken to school with this power
‘cause i use it as a vehicle to “bust a fool”
now i lead a new school full of students
me? i’m a product of gine
bardock, king vegeta, earth, planet vegeta, hey, chi-chi, bulma
bulla, gohan, goten, they got me
inspired enough to one day grow up
blow up and be in a position
to meet king kai and induct them
into the mothaf*ckin’ saiyan hall of fame
even though i’ll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
only hall of fame i’ll be inducted in is the hall of fame
on the wall of (power)
you f*gs think it’s all a game, ’til i walk a flock of flames
off a plank and, tell me what in the f*ck are you thinkin’?
little g*y-looking boy
so g*y i can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
you’re witnessing a m*ssacre, like you’re watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
“oy vey, that boy’s g*y!”, that’s all they say, looking boy
you get a thumbs up, pat on the back
and a “way to go” from your label every day, looking boy
hey, looking boy! what you say, looking boy?
i get a “h*ll yeah” from king yemma, looking boy
i’ma work for everything i have, never ask n*body for sh*t
get outta my face, looking boy!
basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy

[gogeta]
i’m beginning to feel like a saiyan god, saiyan god
all my people coming for the dragon b*lls,dragon b*lls
the way i’m racing around the track
call me nascar, nascar
bardock of the trailer park, the oringinal saiyan god
kneel before lord gogeta
this planet’s krypton – no, asgard, asgard

[goten]
so you be thor and i’ll be odin, rodent, i’m omnipotent
let off, then i’m reloadin’
immediately with these bombs i’m totin’
and i should not be woken; i’m the walking dead
but i’m just a talking head, a zombie floatin’
but i got your mom deep-throatin’
i’m out my ramen noodle
we have nothin’ in common, poodle
i’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
and pay homage, pupil
it’s me, my honesty’s brutal
but it’s honestly futile if i don’t utilize what i do though
for good at least once in a while
so i wanna make sure, somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle enough rhymes
to maybe try to help get some people through tough times
but i gotta keep a few punchlines
just in case, ‘cause even you unsigned
fighters are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
i know there was a time where once i
was king of the underground
but i still fight like i’m on my pharoahe monch grind
so i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
appeal with the race of mine
you get too big and here they come tryin’
to censor you, like that one line
i said on “there aren’t many toys you don’t have if your family is the richest in the world” from when i met my father
see if i get away with it now that i ain’t as big as i was, but i’m
morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portal
you’re stuck in a time warp from age 767, though
and i don’t know what the f*ck that you fight for
you’re pointless as rapunzel with f*ckin’ cornrows
you write normal? f*ck being normal!
and i just bought a new raygun from the future
just to come and shoot ya
like when cell made gohan mad
‘cause cell k!lled 16
crushin’ his head
man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
so gohan went straight to cell
the very next day, “hey cell, i’ma k!ll you!”
punches comin’ at you at supersonic speed (ssj)
uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma
you *ssumin’ i’m a human
what i gotta do to get it through to you? i’m superhuman
innovative and i’m made of rubber
so that anything you do is ricocheting off of me
and it’ll glue to you and
i’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating
how to give a mothaf*ckin’ foe a feelin’ like it’s levitating
never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting
for the day that they can say i fell off, they’ll be celebrating
‘cause i know the way to get ’em motivated
i ‘m the son of god, you the son of a b*tch
“oh, he’s too mainstream.”
well, that’s what they do when they get jealous
they confuse it; “it’s not karate, it’s krav maga”
‘cause i found a h*lla way to fuse it
with power, shock punch with trunks
throw on “gotenks” and make ’em lose it
“i don’t know how to make fusions like that
i don’t know what people to use.”
let me know when it occurs to you
while i’m rippin’ any one of these verses that versus you
it’s curtains, i’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
how many enemies i gotta murder to
prove that if you were half as nice
your power you could sacrifice virgins to?
ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
but look at the accolades these sk!lls brung me
full of myself, but still hungry
i bully myself, ‘cause i make me do what i put my mind to
and i’m a million leagues above you
ill when i speak in tongues
but it’s still tongue-in-cheek, f*ck you!
i’m drunk – so satan, take the f*ckin’ wheel!
i’m asleep in the front seat
b*mpin’ steven and the stevens, still “big fat zuchinni”
but in my head there’s something
i can feel tugging and struggling
gods fight with saiyans, and here’s what they want from me
they’re asking me to eliminate some of the hate
but if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i have
then you may be a little patient
and more sympathetic to the situation
and understand the discrimination
but f*ck it, life’s handin’ you lemons, make lemonade then!
but if i can’t batter the enemy
how the f*ck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?!
don’t mistake him for satan; it’s a fatal mistake
if you think i need to be overseas
and take a vacation to trip a broad
and make him fall on his face and
don’t be a r*t*rd; be a king? think not
why be a king when you can be a god?

- letras de sansthedestroyer