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letra de run - b.k.p.

verse 01:
some days i just wanna ask god to call it quits
it feels like i’m surrounded by a whole bunch of d-cks
every time i wake i just want to fall in an abyss
life is just one great big ball of sh-t
if i could just, put this into all i commit
instead of always talking about it
instead of always thinking of all this sh-t
while i spit love songs, can’t get away from this sh-t
can’t even take a minute
all i know is i am about to be in a long haul
if i see another one of ray’s alcoholic fits
this is it, last straw, that’s all, that’s it
i ain’t dealing with another f-cking thug, that’s it
i’m like soap bubbling until it bubbles up
i can feel it building up, waiting to k!ll it
blow this planet up, you’ve seen enough
my mouth runneth up, i’ve done runned it up
my brain explodes and busts, now i got a grudge
and all i do is let you see how i can be nuts
well you gon to see, you gon feel my rush
can you feel it, well you must be too cool to touch
feel this f-dg-, i’ma tear all you f-cks up
goosebumps yea, this’ll be the best job you ever had
yea sit up, i’ma show you who i be
i’ma make you hate me, cause you can’t be me
you wait, be patient and you’ll finally see
what these p-ssy f-cks were blind when f-cking wit me
whoever finds me gon get a wilkes booth fee
take a peek, ain’t no one out their mind as me
want a piece of mind? here’s a piece of mine
all i need’s a pen
but sometimes i don’t find the right words to offend
to express how that day what’s in my mind
yea most times most times most times
it’s just most times, it’s never me
how dark can my head really be?
the sky turns night, five, four, three, two, one f-cker p-sses me
this half-written rhyme with this piece of paper
{ rip } i’m desperate in my head
all i need is a rest to show you all this sh-t that i think again
stuck in a lump, my head’s in a f-cking dump
i don’t give a f-ck, uh wait, here comes some love
{ crumples paper } nope, it’s more stupid sh-t, scribble that out
new paper, writin sh-t, and now it ain’t worth sh-t
i’m angry now, thought i’d figure it out
ball’s in my court, but i’m scared to dribble this about
i’m not afraid, but i must maintain
that i always have some chest pain
cyanide i’ll spit on your grave
this sh-t will tear you up
i’ll rhyme in any phony rappers style you want
i’m a big hitter b-tch, barry bonds a home run hitter
i’ma chill til i get enough in me to finally hit that
f-cking blunt, put some sh-t on this
flip that coin b-tch, come get destroyed
an girl’s worst dream, i make good sense
i hate me, i’d probably shake you like a chain-link fence
by the looks of things, you would swear that santa claus is coming
by the way you screaming, you’d would swear the law is coming
life’s one big shot and tonight we’ll live together
”momma, bre keeps leaving on us, is he coming back
he freaking promised, i know he loves us”
i’ll be back baby, i just gotta stop that clock
f-ck that clock, i’ma make people eat my c-ck
don’t believe me wait, i’ma spit in your face
then run back to you and rub some dirt in your face, b-tch
i’m finally rich, you wanna hear my voice
’til your sick of it, you ain’t gon have a choice
cause when i scream you eat my dung
if i start chanting chants i’ll grab it – breon, run

- b k p

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