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letra de bastard - artinotalive

[intro: artichoke]
yo, yo f-ck ykmnace and f-ck anyone else who wants to f-ckin’ doubt me and can’t listen to a 12 year old making his own f-ckin’ songs, covers, and any f-ckin’ sh-t that he drops out
they just wanna f-ckin’ doubt me, they don’t wanna f-ckin’ listen and give it a f-ckin’ chance
i- all they think is that i rap about just f-ckin’ k!lling people
i’m tryna tell the f-ckin’ truth through f-ckin’ music
and i’m tryna f-ckin’ express my feelings
f-ck you, and back to the album

[intro 2: dr. ac]
mh uh arti hi
i’m dr. ac and uh i’m guessing your teacher sent you here
because you were acting bad in class so
i’m gonna be your therapist for quite a bit
so uhm just tell me about yourself
(silence)
uh well look uh, if- if you’rе not gonna talk i mean these sеssions are only gonna go slower

[verse 1: artichoke]
this is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
i make these songs so you’re shocked, so you can’t believe
anything thats on your screen, and you can’t believe
“oh my god! it’s a 12 year old who made his beats!”
he slit his wrists? oh my god what did we just see?
also by the way, who the f-ck is we?
(i don’t agree)
[verse 2: artichoke]
they wanna cancel me but don’t ever give me a chance
they just judge me by the way i talk, the way i dance
they don’t know why but i got these gucci pants
they just wanna k!ll me, they dont f-ckin’ feel me
they gon’ f-ckin’ film me, record it, edit, publish it on a network
ten zeroes in my networth
f-ck movie theatres

[verse 3: artichoke]
first song on the album and i already don’t give a f-ck
i don’t know why but i must be out of luck
maybe i left my brain somewhere it must be stuck
in a blender or maybe someone drank it from a cup
that’s why i made kuniva, this the type of sh-t you see on old radio broadcasts
break my arm, sign my cast

[verse 4: artichoke]
i just f-ckin’ copped me some new sh-t from shopping
all these f-ckin’ sprees got me locking
my favorite rapper is myself b-tch i’m f-ckin’ c-cky
no matter what the street says, they ain’t gon’ f-ckin’ stop me
might have dyslexia my handwriting is f-ckin’ sloppy
all this sh-t added in my life is like some f-ckin’ toppings
f-ck earth
[verse 5: artichoke]
my kid’s will grow up say “dad, what the f-ck is this?”
i don’t know, one of these days i’ll have to admit
i might be snorting coke in the back you b-tch
they ain’t ever gon’ stop me, man suck my d-ck
motherf-ckers hate me? they’re just some f-ckin’ abelists
who even gives a f-ck if i’m misogynistic?
f-ck you

[verse 6: artichoke]
people choose the worst names like “hey guys! my name is wifi!”
i know my name is bad, but it ain’t like that
i don’t know, you want a smack?
i’m gonna share this sh-t like it’s a f-ckin’ snack
i’m gonna k!ll him, i don’t even attack
it’s not a good example name of the album
it’s f-ckin’ back by popular demand
f-ck this sh-t

[verse 7: artichoke]
if you hate my music, i don’t even f-ckin’ care
all these memories be runnin’ down my f-ckin’ hair
you’re the turtle and i’m the motherf-ckin’ hare
except i win this f-ckin’ race, this ain’t f-ckin fair
if you follow me i’ma take you to my f-ckin’ lair
we like to do experiments in there
h-llo claire
[verse 8: artichoke]
tina ain’t even perm her motherf-ckin’ weave
you can take this sh-t out and then f-ckin’ leave
you’re either soft or you’re crunching like a f-ckin’ leaf
that motherf-cker ain’t no sergeant or a f-ckin’ chief
i ain’t ever seen no motherf-cker listen to chief keef
b-tch, f-ck writing

[verse 9: artichoke]
if i was on stage, i’d show my d-ck to the crowd
i don’t even f-ckin’ care i say it loud and proud
motherf-cker, you deformed like a f-ckin’ cloud
i’m a stuntman you just can’t f-ckin’ admit it
(spits) sorry man i gotta spit it
f-ck idiots

[verse 10: artichoke]
middle finger in the air, that’s funny
the sun is sunny, and i am running
to the f-ckin’ supermarket, my nose is runny
everybody wants to know “who the f-ck even cares?”

[verse 11: artichoke]
i’m driving in a stolen truck
and i’m prolly f-ckin’ drunk
wasted as f-ck
and i can’t walk without dj unk
got my license revoked
my nose is filled with coke
f-ck everybody

[verse 12: artichoke]
bipolar, mood changes like these f-ckin’ seasons
i’ma cook this b-tch up and eat her with seasoning
it’s the first song and i’m already teasin’
everything that you’re gonna see in
the next couple of songs
i know i’m wrong

- artinotalive

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