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letra de if you're putting on a show you don't shoot the audience - 18hundred posse

[verse 1: plant]
young davey jones
coming up out the f-cking ocean
pull you to the depths, leave you in my locker frozen
t-pot gimme the blade, cut him open
i’ve been premeditating this f-cking moment
all of these urges don’t suffice
floating down the halls of the mother f-cking psych
pressing his throat against my own knife
im just screaming out amongst all the fright
i been turning buildings into rubble
carnage follows wherever we travel
if a p-ssy boy coming trying to approach us
leave him in the mother f-cking gravel broken
cause i ain’t got time if you ain’t giving -ssistance
never been interested in doing any business
all you stupid mother f-ckers pressing me about b-tches
all i gotta say is i ain’t got any interest
the posse surrounded by fakes, rapping sh-t they never lived
i been in the white room with no windows, with nothing else left
the posse surrounded by all these fakes, rapping sh-t they never lived
i been in the white room with no windows, with nothing else left

[verse 2: t-pot]
i’m a super sonic mother f-cker
on the scene with gasoline
i pop the trunk and what you see
is gonna be the worst of dreams
i’m smoking pcp out of a can of v
can you please stop bothering me
or t-p-o-t is going k!lling spree
so f-ck it up now with the posse
coming round, no you can’t stop me
hands be flying
b-tches crying
over guys i leave them silent
the ropes untied
i feel so electrified
you unsatisfied i didn’t die
goodbye
the downside is i really f-cking tried

[verse 3: coffel]
you’re so f-cking fake
when i look at you
i can see right through your eyes
and your pretty disguise
when i look at you
all that i see is a fire
you f-cking liar
come back that sh-t up with facts
you’re f-cking whack
l!ck on my sack
b-tch hesitating cause my d-ck like a bat
yeah this motherf-cker done said that
mother f-cker wanna get hit
step up
b-tch lemme rub that cl-t
get f-cked
i just hit that mother f-cking l!ck
said what
1800 runnin f-ckin trains on your b-tch
get got
pay a yung homage to my boy rich xai
self medicating since the first f-ckin day
coffel coming up with the 1 8 all day
f-ckers try to tell me that they know real pain

[verse 4: coinslots]
get the f-ck up off my face
stop acting like somebody
go ahead and call your mommy
up the pace
poppin’ off these n-z- zombies
heads like all these fake -ss barbies
once again i’m feeling like ben 10
xlr8 all the f-ckin compet-tion
but my forearms are lackin’
slackin’ packin’ the heat, blast back to the three wise men
hol’ up
walking around like you’re the one that’s chosen
frozen in ice so you can’t put your toes in
noice like big ol’ f-ckin michael rosen
got the ripske in my hand
i don’t own it man
all my clothes are
second hand
ride with the clan in the wonderland get the f-ck out of my instagram
stop it man

- 18hundred posse

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