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letra de that special day - adam ranger

[intro]
i know sh-t seems real weird right now
i might k!ll a motherf-cker out of spite right now
i really feel like puttin’ up a f-ckin’ fight right now
’cause i been kickin’, screamin’, punchin’ all night, right now

[verse 1]
the homies notice how i’m rhymin’
asked me when will i be signin’
told ’em “i don’t f-ckin’ know
get off my d-ck and stop the lyin’”
b-tch, i swear you never knew me
all your words just go right through me
if you’re mad, then f-ckin’ sue me
if you’re p-ssed, then f-ckin’ shoot me
do it look like i care?
i’ll f-ckin’ tell you what is rare
i’m thinkin’ of dying everyday
and you’re out laughing at the fair?
yeah, i’m waiting on respect
had enough of the neglect
man, i just f-ckin’ saved your life
and now you’re acting like i’m dead
i’m up to here with my regrets
and you’re the one that i suspect
man, go take your interjections
shove ’em down your f-ckin’ neck
i’m the one with the effect to make the real correct select
i’ll take this glock and aim direct
and rearrange your defects
[beat switch: beat 2]

[verse 1 (continued)]
make it quick if god will take me
take it slow if satan’s first
i’ve had the chance to be an angel
but my demons drove my he-rs-
i’m tryna calm my f-ckin’ thoughts
but it’s just rage that i disperse
i danced with ghosts and they all told me
“we ain’t the ones that made the curse”
as you can see, i haven’t changed
but i’m still plannin’ on success
come f-ck around and drop a verse
’cause you will be the second best
it might be death up late knockin’
but regret’s my second guess
they tryna conceal all my rage
i blow just like a weapon test, b-tch

[bridge]
i’m not one to judge a man by his past mistakes
but know that everyone that kicked me the curb gon’ feel the hate
i seen death at my bed, seen the devil c-ckin’ lead
and i seen what that can do to someone with no f-ckin’ friends
[beat switch: beat 1]

[verse 2]
this ain’t no p-ssy b-tch sh-t
i’m just layin’ down the facts
i swear you people are some clowns
you push my anger to the max
i will separate your eyes from ya head real fast
andi will shove them down your throat
so you can’t tell me to relax
i know you f-ckers want a piece
so come and slice it yourself
you’re f-ckin’ runnin’ out of lies
me thinks ya really need some help
take this pencil, write some sh-t that makes ya seem real smart, ay
quit you’re f-ckin’ cryin’, you really are faint of heart

[interlude]
i wish i told my mama why i failed my classes
wish i told my father that i needed glasses
pray that god don’t think that i’ve had too many chances
seein’ ghouls and “grunks”, what’s in this drank? sh-t, acid

[beat switch: beat 2]

[verse 2 (continued)]
i’ve heard it way too many times
what’s your story again?
“yeah, i’m too busy with my ego to acknowledge my friends
i’m too busy smokin’ weed in my dad’s new benz
i’m too f-ckin’ addicted to study for just a quiz”
had enough of yo games, and had enough of your sh-t
you spend a week with that girl
can’t even f-ckin’ commit
i didn’t think you was a snake
just a little off the liqour
you’re too cool to show up early
but your d-ck ain’t gettin’ bigger
[bridge]
quit ya stupid f-ckin’ trick-ass little plottin’ on me
stop pushin’ smoking and sniffing and oxycontin on me
i’m just a teen, should i really be thinking these things?
i just don’t see your joyous sh-t, it’s only darkness you bring

[beat switch: beat 1]

[verse 3]
this my last f-ckin’ verse, so i gotta air it out
i’mma say this one more time so you know just what i’m about
all you schemin’ little demons can sneak your way to my life
i guess i’ll just have to shoot ya if i can’t make things right
let me set the record straight:
you have lost all my affection
i’ve seen your antics before
you headed in the wrong direction
yeah, i know you got connections
bring ’em all for your protection
f-ck ’em all, the only thing
i got to lose is my erection
you don’t contribute nothin’ to my f-cked up mind
but you love to mix drugs like they was lemon and lime
sly b-tches love to slither ’round my house and my health
the only thing we can agree on is it’s always f-ck 12

[beat switch: beat 2]

[verse 3 (continued)]
can’t you see i’m on my last f-ckin’ sliver of life?
i’m tryna not wake up early, stay up late every night
suck my motherf-ckin’ c-ck, you hoes ain’t know sh-t
you the sensitive one, so who you callin’ a b-tch?
i can’t stand you little snakes
and your greasy little lies
we’ve never said a word
you ask “how red are my eyes?”
i’m ditchin’ every f-ckin’ party and event you’ll ever see
because k!llin’ myself just don’t seem worth it to me

- adam ranger

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