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letra de empyre - aerial ace

[verse]
finna pick up the tech like an ambipom
wet you up like a geyser when i flash photons
flow is nasty, need it drain like a gastrodon
leaving y’all with stink faces, grab a fan, rotom
yo b-tch, she limber, i spread her out like hawlucha
sky drop the p-ssy, i left it gooey like goodra
moving in her pecha, you couldn’t learn with a tutor
now she on poke-b-lls begging for me to choose her
keep talking toxic, it makes me better gliscor
as i’m blowing ya mind pokémon 54
how these n-ggas way bigger than a wailord
but cry togepi, f-ck is this nightcore?
i’m top tier, what these trainers tryna vie for?
send metal at you, i just gotta use the right lure
anybody tryna slash me in the night, i’ll take the blade up out the knife and leave yo ass with an eye sore
i’m on the come-up, you can see it through a sandstorm
you half-n-gga, half-b-tch, you in transform
string shots to you puppets from the shadows
mount you up like a saddle when i go ahead and cast-forms
stop that screaming, i’ma fling yo t–th exploud
all that cute sh-t ain’t go fly in a tough crowd
them blast toys, and arcanine bars ain’t hitting
swablu, get yo head up out them d-mn clouds
crush yo dreams like a mug, f-cking darkrai
whip the corv on you clowns, i’m the dark night
when i put three dots on yo head, i’ma leave yo body scatter like a magneton’s arch type
your whole squad full of normals like a mono-type
box all you n-ggas, it felt like i fought one fight
i must be brock how i’m cooking all you n-ggas
i’ma beam you with these rounds like you taking in sunlight
test me, a n-gga got the juice and the klefkis
wavy like a floatzel, she ride me like a jet ski
you ain’t got no motor drive, you went on victory road-
passed out four times like you got narcolepsy
broke your b-tch back, now she wanna sue the wood
looking like a fisher, he can’t wait to throw a hook
two mach punches set fire to his guts
hp feeling from his body, yeah, i wish a n-gga would
zeraora with the scarf, no race, you passing me in
you ain’t shooting with the semi, man, pass me the semi then
have your crew catching rounds like some d-mn passimian
ace an uber-tier threat, they don’t wanna send him in
reverse sweep 6-0, have you choke like cinnamon
me and arceus go together like a set of synonyms
how i’m throwing heavy bars, you can tell i’m in the gym
clashing with champion while you lost in prelims, lil n-gga

- aerial ace

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