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letra de baguette - alexvorn

[intro]
this song is filled with rage
ayo, alexvorn, slice that baguette up!
kids, don’t mess with the law!
knives are not toys!

[chorus]

i slice up a baguette, woah
i feel like a bandit, woah
i imagine enemy’s corpse
it cannot be worse, woah

things got forced
when my parents divorced
i go to the forest
i feel unembarrased

i slice up a baguette, woah
i slice up a baguette, woah
i slice up on two buns
two buns are not guns

i put a meat between them
which one i don’t tell them
so i could spеak more
so i could move more
[verse 1]

if somеone upsets me, he knows that i’m not a menace
but i’ll call professor pee pee pippy p–pypants
if you could try to oppose him, call one of your superheroes
and i guess his name would be genos

they try to lie, ‘bout event of july
i try to expose the lie, i know, it was a good try
i tried to express my hate, it’s my self-defense
it’s my self-defense, with causing no offense:

i’ll — — — and — — —
i keep thinking about — — —
i — — — therefore — — —
— — —, — — —

yeah —- —- —-
yeah —- —- —-
uhm —- —- —-
—- —- —- —-

i slice up a baguette, woah
i slice up a baguette, woah
try to take it down
try to take it down
i slice up a baguette, woah
i slice up a baguette, woah
i’m chopping it, chopping it woah
i’m carving it, carving it woah

enemies are biomass
i wish i could stab their ass
i’m tolerant toolbag
i hide no mag

i slice up a baguette, woah
i slice up a baguette, woah
imagining their body
imagining their body

[chorus]

i slice up a baguette, woah
i feel like a bandit, woah
i imagine enemy’s corpse
it cannot be worse, woah

things got forced
when my parents divorced
i go to the forest
i feel unembarrased
i slice up a baguette, woah
i slice up a baguette, woah
i slice up on two buns
two buns are not guns

i put a meat between them
which one i don’t tell them
so i could speak more
so i could move more

[bridge]

kipling, where the f-ck is your calculator?

[verse 2]

i dropped a fresh composition, they’ve shat their knickers
they believe in n0ble foes, i reckon that’s all fabricated
and i’m the f-cker who strolls through graveyards, that’s my vibe
trying to break through the web, so i can go viral and thrive
behold, my enemies! this place is full of tombstones!
grave one, grave two, three — blimey! zombotrones!
i’d tell you whose graves they are, but i haven’t the guts
’cause i’m a f-cking student, trapped in this rut!

my mind’s infested with scorpions, stinging it every night
i see the same nightmare, no rest in sight
where he became my stepdad, now i’ve got two bros in my flat
he controls it all, but i just want to f-ck it all

- alexvorn

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