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letra de anth3m - amn3sia

[verse 1]
jump on the track like i’m a crackhead
a jackrabbit attacking a man with a bat
if i don’t make it in rap i’ll go to the back shed
all rampant to sn-tch up the ratchet, the racket, the hatchet
spent my life doing this, if they don’t like it they can match it
first label ceo to say no to me’ll have a tragic life
i’ll smack him twice, kidnap his kids, then bag his wife
take his granny hang her up with a kite
give his daddy a xanie, make his mommy ignite
then i’ll head off in his lambo, achieve my dream of getting to montana
lead the secession because the government wanted to ban a
certain type of rifle -ssuming that it was trifle
they got sickles and hammers but being koresh is my role
i’ll probably never get to kalispell
the only dream that i’ll achieve is being a cheeky, greasy f-g in h-ll
blaring shady in the nova, b-ss feelin’ like a magic spell
list my services online but will they sell?
walk up to a pregnant woman, chop through the umbilical
planned to get rid of the parenthood because i took the deal
people yelling stop, running away, they should be standing still
you’re a bunch of puppets, i’m the only one who is real
i’m a soldier, i’m standing tough
i’m even bolder and as influential as manson was
i’m p-ssing up all the chances brung to me on a silver platter
sanity stuck in the middle of jigsaw’s games and candy crush
my friend got a tumor; i felt bad but i laughed
had a bad attack of anxiety and i went sad and mad ‘cause
kirby was bad to me but a tumor wasn’t half the pain that i’ve been through…
it’s 10 times it
i act like i’m the victim but i’m just a kid wilin’
i stay up ‘till 4 on school nights, i’ve been writing
i’m losing myself, double time, and you’re end rhyming
you send demos with tagged beats, bro, i send diamonds

[bridge 1]
nice little home on the coast
i set it to flames before they could

[verse 2]
i’m a little g-y but don’t need that crutch to rap
why? it’s because i’m real — i’m not abstract (sorry, kev!)
take a pothead’s -ss and shove a lit f-ckin’ bong in it
think i’m joking? well, i’m sorry but i think you’re wrong again
joined a cult but they didn’t k!ll so now i’m leaving it
i’ll leave you wanting more like giving scr-ps to a somali kid
bought a c-ck from craigslist, it’s a girl if you believe it is
rule 4: no men or trannies — kaleb, let’s abolish it!
i’m completely complex, you can’t compute, you can’t comprehend
no compet-tion, you’re company, compost, that’s a compliment
you complain but can’t compile a complicated verse
don’t compare yourself to me or i’ll be compelled to make you leave in a he-rs-
you’re the worst, a walking felony, a fallacy
i’m looking down upon you from my emerald balcony
it’s happening, a teen’s debut album: illmatic’ing
you rep your sh-t city while i’m sittin’ here reppin real!ty
altoid-popping, nonstop nas-topping
i make their heads go from bobbing to rocking
they’re shocked i start chopping and they’re nodding no more
frothing from their talkers and they’re stopping for more
i’m a god! they love me, and they’ll never leave!
probably ‘cause they aren’t there and this all is a dream
m-ssive ego, see no reason why my self esteem
should be so low, show no love, but i’m stacking the c-notes
coming and stabbing and running and dragging a body from here the bottom of saudi arabia
l-b–, maybe i’m g-y but i’m straighter than the ladies
that say that they ain’t, make me a sandwich and get out of my way
okay, this could be why i’m a loner in this
life that i’m livin’, and this knife that i’m gripping
it’s so nice man, i’m trippin’, every night, an epiphany
arises and k!lling is the wrong thing i’m flipping’
my opinion, with every personality livin’ inside!

[bridge 2]
ashes lie where my dreams once were
(happiness turned into anger)
success, every night i dreamt of her
(selflessness turned into murder)

[verse 3]
who needs a female companion when you got a hand cannon
blasting you back to the backstabbing like bannon
grabbed a match and ran into the panicked
room of refugees suffering from a famine
last song of the ep and i’m deeming it rain man
a g-y man trying not to climb the rusty ladder (a3)
probably on the path to become a rapist
tape your b-lls together then splatter them with a hammer (ouch)
a layman can’t imagine the pain my brain is in
like i’ve been penetrated with 88 bayonets
paving my way like cement but i’ll never make it
even slim shady became the sane man
it’s the return of the “oh wait, no wait, you’re cucking”
against trump he’s a really big bully
by the way, i k!ll my wife and i hate g-ys
rape jlo, only hate when it makes money
hypocrite!

- amn3sia

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