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letra de natural $election - big sumo x fo$

verse 1 (fo$$)

we don’t need another reply to commit -ssault
crime scene, blood splattered, asphalt
’bout to shake things up, san andreas fault
neck long as f-ck, olympic pole vault (b-tch)
your rhymes is plain, default
(yeah) beats on lock, sumo opened up the vault (yeah)
time to stop, traffic cop, just halt
talking’ closets, time for you to come out
tyson in his prime, b-tch, knock you out (b-tch)
your girl cheat, ain’t no doubt
canada day, she took a different route. (s-x on my d-ck)
chris so sad, gonna go pout
stealing those beats, real sell out (yanders sucks)
my right hook, end this bout (bye)
chop that body up, dump it in sprout (murder)

verse 2 (big sumo)

chris goes to uvic, hitting up the highschoolers
they don’t want the dude’s d-ck, me i am the wise ruler
sipping on a wine cooler, content with my future
you is in school for business, but i think i’m getting by sooner
you was just a thigh tumor, place you next to ball sweat (ball sweat)
but the ball sweat, at least hot
i got, the dry the humour
your best joke was your career, i think it should’ve died sooner. (b-tch)
i don’t claim blood, because i’m white, period
you be claiming blood, because you a p-ssy, periods
i could rule the world just put my eyes upon the pyramid (illuminati)
thinking you can actually rhyme, there’s no way that you’re serious
cause, if you are, hit the psych ward, you’re f-cking delirious
my sh-t is satellite radio, xm, sirius
overtime i hear you rhyme that sh-t makes me so furious
gonna deport you off soundcloud like you was a f-ckin’ syrian

verse 3 (big sumo)
i can rap like chris, pause
like this, pause (f-ck christopher)
f-ck that sh-t, you’s a b-tch (b-tch)
step to the plate and you won’t get a hit
dead in your grave in the dirt, with my spit
suicide, time for you to commit (off the cliff)
did i win the battle? well you’d have to admit
your rhymes are a joke, but they ain’t a skit, (x2) (b-tch)
canada day, 2016, does that ring a bell?
business school degree on daddy’s cheque i f-ckin wish you well
said i’m the son of satan, i’ll burn you deep in h-ll (satan)
put away the fake supreme, and cop yourself some hair gel (fake supreme!)
was that above your head? weird, cause your neck’s so long
crayon, neck -ss, guarantee ya throat game strong
but, if that’s the case then why you flow so wrong?
so just play along, before i put you & that b-tch yanders, back where you belong
in the discount aisle at the thrift store
yander’s girlfriend is a dirty little b-tch wh0r- (just kidding she’s actually kind of nice)
just kidding (i agree) but his arms like noodles
think its time to bench more
this wasn’t even a diss, this is how i end war

outro (unkown artist)

(inaudible excitement)
gang gang, gang gang
cedar gang mothaf-cka nd go islanders
f-ck a uvic, f-ck a mothaf-ckin, chris ilyn -ss b-tch
long neck, fake supreme wearin, (inaudible roasts)

- big sumo x fo

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