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letra de my fuckin life - b.e.f.

hello my name is bef, but for now call me fitty
all my games are slightly shitty, what a slight pity
all at the same game i played, write verse 2 before number 1
i’m writin’ in reverse, to see which is worse, too the whores, call 9,1,1
i’m fightin’ a cursin’ nurse after she operated on my c-ck, she can’t switch her temper
i curse because i have too curses on my head, some people wish me dead tonight
f-ck you i’mma fight back, smack the shit outta your black b-tt crack
lick my light white nut sack, this is such wick wack
nobody can cut me slack, but everybody is too scared, they can only talk brightly
why? cause i’m a man with a ripped body, and a f-ck you tattoo on my hand
or a scary stripped childhood, i’ve always stood up for myself, like a real man
but i’m tired of standin’ like a d-mn shelf from ikea, yes i’m swedish, i can
kinda childish corny line, i’m just handin’ out compiled things close to me
mind, a ikea is 3 miles away from me, over in h b g
i’ve been there a lot of times, school stuff, still extra tools compilin’
i’ve seen were my school profile compile to a huge pile, in a parkin’ spot
after the school’s staff threw me out from the parkin’ lot
on all schools photographs, i looked chewed up, and shot
laugh, embarr-ssin’ shit is goin’ to a pool party, with no crew, and your mom ready on spot
and everybody else with a half -ss car, or a cool ferrari, and you screwin’ up a canon bomb
wait, stopin’ myself, pen off the shelf again
hold on, i said i’ll be holdin’ head, like f-ck your cranium
told ya i’ll be in the stadium red faced, out of breath
f-ck a gymnasium show, i’ll blow your eardrums out, leave ya deaf
hear drums, you tryna catch up with me
unable to hatch it or even close to match it
when i take a safety-match and gasoline
snatch in between two horror scenes, through a lakeside murder scene
hearin’ my callsign (b.e.f) on dispatch radio, makes sense doesn’t it
you’re fearin’ my immense mismatch characteristics
i’m not carin’, you tried catchin’ up with my tense linguistics

my f-ckin’ life
can get any girl in the world to suck me, or be my wife
my f-ckin’ life
i am mr sexist, i started a f-ckin’ strife
my f-ckin’ life
i’m so bad, you had zero choice, my voice says, get a f-ckin knife
my f-ckin’ life

i’m a walkin’ chick magnet
whenever i walk, i hear chicks talkin’
we should be stalkin’ him, he’s so cute, yeah i got a large d-ck
if you f-cks stalk me, i’ll knock the shit out of you pricks
but i’ll let you f-ck me, or suck me, when i’m done, i’ll block you
i f-cked you once, and you sucked me twice, get c-cked slut
all that f-cking and sucking in three days, doin’ it in my free ways
my way is dress like trash and stay in everyone’s way
takin’ a while to turn g-ys straight, lookin’ like a mess doin’ it
hookin’ up dressin’ with saggy sweats, baggy joggers
rappin’ about my cloths, my cap is ‘bout 45 degrees right
i also wear an earring, two neck chains, bracelet, a g-shock watch
like a real g-g-gangsta, hear a bing bang, check it, i’ll blow your brain
i deal gang shit´, gangs listen to my flow, they are checkin’ it
i say f-ck you till my -ss shows, it feels like a pissed off a happy meal
cause i dissed you and bashed your -sshole with 2 record deals, clap for me
if you want me to rap for you, or listen to some trashed badly recorded shit
so get slashed by a sword, and i split open your genitals, if i feel bored
that’s what my pen do to syllables, ten times over in different rhymes
sometimes somehow i know how to rhyme, somethings on lines are crimes
someone wanna hate, hope you don’t mind, if i find rhymin’ insults to you
your fault you got rhymed out, and got insulted
little adult baby, i gotta time out a bit, f-ck this shit

- b e f

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