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letra de trunk shake - ahs

[intro: ahs]
yeah
uh
o-omega man
the great and powerful
the great and powerful
uh, uh
the great and powerful

[verse 1: ahs]
i hear these rappers want to know if my flow is cold (yup)
i’ll rip your whole skull out through your nose hole
k!ll each one of my foes slow
my lyric headlock will turn in to a choke-hold
when i poke holes in the throats of these rap bozos
going nuts every time i hear these fools rhyme
i’m tim taylor with the tech, yelling “tool time”
i’m just a mild-mannered, maniacal man with mechanical hands
connected to these animal glands
i pen long songs, ill as kim jong buried in thongs
and stay sp-cey as niel armstrong
i spit philosophy just to reveal y’all wrong
and keep chopping at your shoulder until your real arm is gone
time’s a wasting, i don’t care about your occupation
i make you use your life faster than your concentration
ahs and romy bizz and that’s a k!ller combination
if you asking who’s the best, we came to k!ll the conversation

[hook: ahs]
you might get hemmed up and duct taped
the beats go bang and they make the trunk shake
like boom, boom, you hear that? boom
hands up when i step in the room
if you a dime or a chick with a mut face
the beats go bang and they make the trunk shake
like boom, boom, you hear that? boom
hands up when i step in the room

[verse 2: romy bizz]
so intellectual, better respect the young bull
i sh-t on fools, lose? i refuse
short fuse, i’m about to blow up, somebody call the news
on my p’s and q’s, know my don’ts and do’s
i don’t confuse them, abuse them beats
homey, whenever i speak, bars are sweet
i ain’t even in my peak, i just keep on keeping on
so keep on sleeping on me, ex broad creeping on me
trying to find out who the kid got sleeping on me
days p-ss fast, right, i feel like this a past life
probably because the n-gga started living in the fast life
homey, you an -sswipe, all up in my -ss, right?
trying to get my cash right, more cheese, more mice
or should i say rats? my raps spark imagination
sharper than an axe flow, leave you with some lacerations
romy bizz and the almighty ahs
dropping bars that drop jaws and broads dropping they draws, yeah

[hook: ahs]

[verse 3: ahs]
see, with the homey romy we rolly-polly over these phony cronies
with no canoles that want to try to know me
we dopealicious like spottie ottie, and i been okie-dokie on the mic
since these cats were learning their hokey pokey
since i was floating in my mom’s fallopian tube
i been a dude as dangerous as any opium feud
surviving versus me a testimony ensues
because i’ve never lost against someone as phony as you
steel city, rip city, art of fact entertainment
you might just catch a m-ssive heart attack from this arrangement
with monstar era we the spirit of the ancients
you can never hope to stop it and barely hope to contain it
put you under the pavement, made them slip away
you should have fed these starving artists for just eighty cents a day
but maybe this array of lyrics that we ricochet
will teach you that we’ll come to get you if you ever disobey

[hook: ahs]

- ahs

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