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letra de fucking a! - bad45

[1st verse]
the f-ck do you expect of / a complete whack job?
hannibal lector, f-cking skull collector / crush you f-cks like wrapper
throw you in the cr-pper / flush it with derisive laughter
devious b-st-rd, jack off / don’t even wash my hands after
shake her hand, like: “nice to meet you, jessica”
excuse me, but i knew i had to / come on you, right the sec i met ’cha
back on topic, so what the f-ck would you expect of–
a recently released repeated child molester?
b-tch, i’m back in the booth like rhymes’ll cause a head rush
light a fire, call me flintstone, welcome to bedrock
put you in a headlock / looks like you could use a little pep talk
well, go see a shrink cos i ain’t here to catch ya
when you fall, i’m the one to push and wreck ya
don’t try to act tough / you limp soft p-ssies need to call for back-up
doesn’t matter, though, cos quant-ty’s an irrelevant factor
got the edge on / you cos of my intelligence- it really takes the edge off
of any kind of threat that you could make / it’s like bubbles in a bathtub
i could sit in it for days, eventually they’ll go away / so save the trouble, man and just pack up!
sick of playing games with you f-cks, man, i’ma cut your head off / that’s how i get off
my style is like a pit bull on the playground / once i bite there’s no motherf-cking chance i’ma f-cking let off

[hook x4]
it’s f-cking a!
what more can i say?

[2nd verse]
so what more can i say: heavy artillery
n0body’s ill as me / lose my temper fast as bill bixby
and ooh what a feeling, b / everytime i k!ll a beat
nerves are f-cking raw / still, b-tch, are you feeling me?
you will be, see / willingly or unwillingly
see i don’t usually sw-nk but i’m vigorous like hilary
awesome / see i’ve been this way at delivery
you might not be able to re-enact cos hoes refer to you as “little creep”
cos you make ‘em feel ill at ease / yea’ i lack in empathy / so pardon me for putting you in the pillory
let me put you out your misery / point-blank shot to the face, to me the thrill is cheap
silly me; forgot to take the safety off / can’t help it, man, but this sh-t is k!lling me
get a grip, man, second try and i wield the piece / trust me this time indeed you will decease
crowds running scared like some f-cking wildebeest
leave you in the middle of the street cos n0body ‘round to spill the beans
people hear this bit and be like: “are you kidding me with spitting these
lines after paris? where’s the sensitivity?”
quickly reach the boiling point like a distillery / b-tch you get the boot like motherf-cking italy
all this time full of rhymes and you still can’t see / that every motherf-cking single bit i did and will release

[hook x4]
is f-cking a!
what more can i say?

- bad45

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