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letra de ghost in the shell (howmanymc's) - anonymousone

well i’ve cracked and it’s the ghost from the sh-ll
cursing my enemies hoping they can go to h-ll
you married to the game b-tch, i pierced the veil
everyone knows my name, finally in the rap game
but now that i rap, they can finally see my face!
cuz before i was hidden, thank the graff game!
eventually you’ll know my fame
you think you hot sh-t?
you ain’t nothin but a little b-tch
you tryna get in my lane, you better make shift
shape switch, not mean to females, but you’re a b-tch and you need a facelift
cuz i’m headed to the top and n0body gonna change this
you from the hood? b-tch you from canada
calm down don’t pull a fake drake, you make it in la, so i ain’t mad at ya
brooklyn to compton? b-tch you took that fab
if i were him, i’d ask for it back
b-tch you horrible, an abomination to my country, please go back
young hoes like you the reason why the rap game lags
and i’m still payin dues so i don’t cut you any slack?
i’m psychotic? i like to the tell the truth in my music so i just think i’m honest
don’t be so proud to be a last queen
cuz we all know you’re really just a ho for the team?
now what the f-ck does schwag mean?
you must be f-cked up b-tch, lay off the lean
i wish i met you face to face
so i can body you, leave your body in the lake
make ya partna nervous, all he does is shake
i’ll another round, how many l’s will you take?
i ain’t about subliminal dissin
in fact i bet ya crew will become my b-tches
they can’t take the heat in the kitchen
so i made em do my dishes
this is that l dot a dot west coast style
they say they haven’t heard em like me in a while
take back drake, justin beiber, nickleback, f-ck canada b-tch, you’re all fake

[verse two]
it’s the elephant in the room
been f-ckin crazy since the womb
here to denounce s-xism
because not every girl has to be a s-x symbol
you wanna battle, come on b-tch, handle
but i’ve been used to compet-tion, remember i’m a vandal!
lyrically embody my enemies
those so-called old friends, but you never a friend of me
so bye bye our friendship, this is the end you see
whining on social networks, but i don’t give a f-ck
shoulda remembered that when you forgot to keep ya mouth shut
now we on our way to the horspical in the corsica
trying to make me feel remorse, actin like simp son, like jessica
you think you bad-ss cuz you rap fast
but i run this sh-t like a nomad with the rap cats takin notes in they notepads
you’ll need a pad too once i’m done with you
bleeding from the mouth, and she lost a tooth
didn’t i tell you i was crazy?
got anger issues that my dad happen to gave me
acting shady since i was a little baby!
talkin sh-t and punch a b-tch, but i know that’s not like a lady
so here’s my middle finger in your face again
rappin so quick like mediterranean sand
-one like the la girl with the spray cans
[kayare]
get down to the nitty gritty
while my rhymes and schemes so witty
thinkin you could get places, because you think ya pretty
unlike you, i don’t need to c0ke
to destroy a b-ssline
you can deny all you want, but you still got bugged eyes
i don’t respect no b-tch tryna get fame with a s-x tape
especially when she moanin soundin like an ape
think you hot sh-t, cuz you met a couple of goons
that ain’t sh-t cuz you still sound like buffoon
think you hot sh-t, cuz of a couple of dj’s you’ve hit
hittin someone who’s defenseless, i call that a b-tch
better change that att-tude, make a 360 switch
bomb the atom goin faster than a baby bein born
now i’m so p-ssed that i gotta take a p-ss and its comin out faster than a pistol
and it’s cruising down like santa ana does bristol

[verse three: anonymousone]
i wiped my -ss with your mixtape cuz it was so sh-tty
so i’m a girl and said that, not very pretty
but grimey and gritty
and there’s not many females like me, it hit me
there’s some people i don’t really trust
if i offend you, i don’t give a what!
like a hardcore kid who’s never listened to punk rock
or someone who don’t know this instrumental but claim to love hip-hop
took the punk rock line from roger miret
if you don’t know who that is, be embarr-ssed
all you wack kids, actin agnostic, you’re a front
take off the wu-tang shirt if you don’t know more than c.r.e.a.m
i’m sure the music fiends all know what i mean
i’m at old town pasadena, where the gr-ss is greener
eating cheesecake on fair oaks and colorado
bumpin my sh-t down the street in a chevy silvarado
destroyed the first thru third verse
evil on the track, i call it curse words
play it on the radio, that’d be my consequence, disperse!
searchin in my purse for a streak to hit the streets
if you got a problem, let’s solve it, see me
now how many mc’s must get dissed?
look at the lyrics, “bringing back hip-hop” but they sound like sh-t
stop saying underground, you’re independent, go ‘head get p-ssed, end of the song, peace out dismissed

- anonymousone

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