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letra de saturn - ali belmont and the delivery boy

[verse 1]

chillin’
hand on the cleaver
watchin’ angry beavers
f-ck with me
you’ll get touched worse than when usher touched bieber
beard smellin’ like citrus
high off nitrous
same f-ckin’ party
same f-ckin’ bullsh-t
long live notorious
yeah
break it down
i de-throne, i de-crown
f-ck em’ up it’s goin’ down
if words hurt then mine k!ll, i spit lead
get em’, i got em’
right through the forehead
you can never k!ll me
you can’t k!ll what already dead
have em’ shakin’ wantin’ more like a dope head
im a cancer forever i remain un- read, yeah
im goin’ f-ckin’ delusional
speakin’ to a sponge like percival
break his arm, break his neck
in the ring of saturn nacila just mad this sh-t personal
motherf-cker im gone

[verse 2]

fresh out the 7th gate
look for me bag of emeralds make a yougin’ levitate
smokin’ grape ape laced, i love the taste
with this blade i decapitate
all wack motherf-ckers on the premises
im my own namesis
d.t.a, everbody is treacherous
been like this since genesis
thank the lord for photosynthesis
god bless my recklessness
from alpha to omega we take this sh-t
this isnt rappin’ this is a caper
comin’ for the crown
kick in the door, spittin’ 4 by 4
gimmie the loot, gimmie the loot, this is an uproar
it’s time for that gore
it’s time for that raw
have the rap game lookin’ like a scene from saw
this that e.c.w. 2k10 pour

[hook]

let the bodies h-t the floor
let the bodies h-t the floor
let the bodies h-t the floor
let the bodies h-t the floor

[verse 3]

reportin’ live from planet x
the prince you know i’m next
cookin’ up hummin’ birds for breakfest
stay enlightened like a buddhist
the total package like lex
i’ma f-ckin’ star, hit em’ with shootin’ star press
the winner stays on who got next?
the flow drop dead gorgeous
turn the mic into a carc-ss, we can not co-exist
motherf-cker i’m gone that’s word to my chemist
look for me the antagonist
bow down to the greatest
the kids a f-ckin’ narcissist
murder instruments ’till they red blue and black
put em’ in body bags
in my war parth leave a trail of toe tags
high off the power not the sour
word to nas, the world is ours
motherf-cker i’m gone

[hook]

let the bodies h-t the floor
let the bodies h-t the floor
let the bodies h-t the floor
let the bodies h-t the floor

- ali belmont and the delivery boy

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