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letra de shoot they faces - anti-world

[verse 1: cxrpse]
everybody think they cool
thinkin’ they cool
reppin’ them bands and sh-t
weird clvn
anti-world
n-gg- we already planned this sh-t
f-ck you n-gg-
you a b-tch
you don’t know about sh-t
thinkin’ that you
cool because you got a deal
f-ck you b-tch
n-gg- you think you tight
n-gg- you think your songs sound alright
n-gg- its not alright
f-ck your sh-t
no its not tight
f-ck all you n-gg-s
f-ck all you n-gg-s
you know you ain’t sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll beat your -ss down
like a b-tch
beat your f-cking face in
with a hammer
beat you like a nail
i don’t give a f-ck
n-gg- rip your f-cking finger nails
rest in piece all the n-gg-s
who been talkin’ all that stupid sh-t
i don’t wanna hear it
’cause you know you a stupid b-tch
n-gg-

[hook: cxrpse]
i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)
i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)
i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)
i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)

i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)
i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)
i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)
i’m finna shoot they faces (ay)

[verse 2: devin will]
walk inside the bar it look just like a western movie
everybody f-ckin’ fanboys with a gun and we the newbies
waitin’ till ya little punk -ss gets dropped like gabe from uzi
you wanna take a trip i put some roofies in the jacuzzi
every d-mn day i look around and it’s the same sh-t
b-tches be poppin’ that p-ssy like bacon
i might just have to take a hit
never ever f-ckin’ burning me
i got the ice in my veins to a pedigree
if it was 5 of hers and only 1 of me
i would just tell all my friends that i got g’d

[hook: devin will]
yuh
i finna shoot they faces (yuh)
i finna turn up the b-sses (yuh)
we finna shoot they faces (yuh)
we finna turn up the b-sses (yuh)

i finna shoot they faces (yuh)
i finna shoot they faces (yuh)
i finna shoot up they places (yuh)
i finna shoot they faces (yuh)

[verse 3: yung $hy]
b-tch i just got out of bed what the f-ck you mean
blunts on the nightstand pop a f-cking bean
b-mping real big fish mixed with less than jake
mix the red and white wine i don’t segregate
bark bark woof i’m a dog b-tch grr
hoes pull up think they won’t get curved
never take a chance grip the grain b-tch swerve
catch me on wwe network
yeah i do lie but you won’t catch me with no lames
yeah i do cry but me and you are not the same
b-tch you’ll rue the day i thrash like the f-cking hunger games
know you f-ck with what you like but abel didn’t blame caine
’cause he got k!lled first but i’m angry in the worst
so you won’t k!ll me but you can still bring a he-rs-
’cause somebody gon’ need it that’s the end take or leave it
i’m a f-cking grown man look at you you a fetus

[verse 4: ego mackey]
i been shootin’ in faces, little b-tches so basic (ay)
i been shootin’ in faces, little b-tches so basic (ay)
i been shootin’ in faces, little b-tches so basic (ay)
i been shootin’ in faces, little b-tches so basic (ay)

i been shootin’ in faces, little b-tches so basic
c-m then i erase it, smokin’ up on some laced sh-t
loadin’ up banana clips, ego got that trigger itch
ego just wanna get rich, ego just wanna pimp some tricks
fan b-tches all on my d-ck, tastin’ codeine c-m drip
always always with two sticks, the xan and the gun snitch
texas water got me stupid, all your sounds putrid
take my grip loosen, lemme smash the roof in
drugs still abusin’, klonopins my cupid
take a few i get ruthless, leave her mouth f-cking toothless
sloppy top from a crack head, won’t bring her to my bed, leave me b-tch, to my death
leave me with my stress

[verse 5: eric north]
k!lling every n-gg- who think they got ridicule
dreads bloodied up red
and now ill f-cking duel
they ain’t never wanna hear me
n-gg- f-ck a school ya
voted most likely tew blow up in this cesspool
diamond glowing on my neck
look like a feral goul ze
gooey p-n-s in my genus
imma f-ckin uzi
her mouth already open for a f-cking lousey
two seat
screw me
b-tch f-ck a qp
kicking down your door
leave my babies on your porch
couple n-gg-s on a horse
and i ain’t talkin bout a porsche
b-tch
rest in p-ss
plea the fifth
eat my d-ck
do not ask
for a hand out
sh-t i’ll just hand you my d-ck
f-ck a drug
you a slug
little wh-r-
you a ch-r-
take you out
you a joke
like straight edge
you don’t want smoke

[verse 6: chris vayle]
imma take her back to the dark of my room
animated n-gg- tired of toons
i take the crown say you higher than who
foot on ya neck love the taste of my shoe
lil boy im yawning and tired as sh-t
get you a big gulp of firey p-ss
breaking your jaw with an irony fist
she say im a snack with a side of some d-ck
laid back where the cire will sit
same track its all quiet as sh-t
spitting on you need a wire my lisp
if i take it its not problem with this
you mad and sad think you solving this sh-t
i love it when this b-tch gets all on my d-ck
i break that hoe off now she crying cause chris

- anti world

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