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letra de badlands - ay jay

livin’ in the badlands, dark as f-ck – afghan
smack you with my backhand, actin like a madman
what’s my fall-back plan? i’ll never fall back man!
smacked robin wit my b-llsack and told him to call batman
put you in a small trash can, and leave you there to dry and rot
oblivious idiot never know if i’m right or not
needed to get my raps out but had trouble tryna find a spot
always used to fight a lot, now more in the office than michael scott

could my sh-t ever be better than yours of course it would be
walked into china and smacked a kid with a fortune cookie
f-cked up the game so bad it has a soarin’ p-ssy
spent 5 years in this sh-t so no longer am i a georgian rookie
headed for missouri, cause i am sick of this misery
my ridiculous history, is the reason i’ve written this sh-t you see
always say to not step up to me or f-ck with me but luckily-
for you i’ll be banned anyday cause no one can stand my company
can’t blame you if you think i’m f-ckin whack
when i whip out my gun and blast you’ll runnin back like a runnin back
i’m comin back with avengeance to destroy you but what’s the fun in that?
i’ll just creep up and sneak attack you from the back

i be rippin sh-t up as if my bars were as thin as paper
always start a verse and have to f-ckin’ finish later
bad choices, if you’ve ever come across me then you’ve been in danger
an innovator, but it’s ruined by my sh-t behaviour
p-ss the neighbors, off, by blasting beats all night long
poisonous; python, what’s the point of this, fight song?
i’m going to get, quite strong, cause the voyages, i’m on
i need a joint to hit, my god! i’m the boy who did-write songs!
since elementary school rappin about all my cl-sses
small with gl-sses, the kid who was known as always average
i’m not a ‘bad b-tch’ but i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t man
and if you dislike me, then stop acting like a big fan

never do a third verse, but i rap as much as a bird chirps
always usin’ curse words, can’t find me like a word search
but if you do, you’ll find me with some gas and a lighter next to a burnt church
wanna battle me? stand in line, first come and first serve
it hurts worse when i pummel you and destroy you by a landslide
blow your mind like a landmine, my rhymes, you can’t even stand mine
so you probably need a cane, i’ll roast you, b-tch feel the pain
ayjay is no longer a secret name, so all aboard the freedom train
runnin’ through the game, my feet are breakin’
my dreams are vacant, sometimes i feel that i need vacations
i’ll beat your face in, and doin’ this while eatin’ bacon, (easy)
my words cause so much turbulence this f-ckin’ beat is shakin!

- ay jay

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