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letra de won9 freestyle - billary squintin

[verse 1]
happy new happy new
the clown suit standin like a vandal
who gon’ try to catch this dude?
their back is bruised black & blue
planted two seeds no evidence, as he shoot
they land confused
man of few words
copious salutes; custodian of tombs
smoke it to dissociate the fuse
woven into a pipe bomb
told him what to do, “splode it
turn em into a poof, don’t get noticed”

success a rose, reddish nose sniff a new vine
wait for your lane, get the drop; that’s a new time
condense the vеrsion; learnin’ cursive for a new line
listen, now that he’s thirty, don’t stress about it or worry
revert
hit the oddities first
crime seen: robbery’s burst- leavin properties cursed;
the living fossil
we twerk, stop, cjerk, invert the bottle
spillin poison, probly;
he blurped, now he’s a goner
brandon aim cameras like the dogs out the reservoir
victim metaphorically a movie; lemme set the score
dress the scene, set the tone: gun clappin metronome
just shattered nine lives and it scattered nine sh-lls
to the beat, he’s in the pocket, got the rhythm of a rocket
atomic clock; the cadence of a valence hand tockin’
like a helicopter over your head; it’s still bobbin
while i’m sewing loose seams of a red suit
a similar shade to bloodstains that he let loose
resemblin bald head bezos n lex luth
now the agency occasionally texts you

direct to the next target
connect with a red carpet
starlet; find a desk part she
definitely kept scarlet
letters from a czech sergeant
talked about best darkest
alley to suppress guards and
dress up with their vest harnessed
wrestle a depressed artist
and that’s just where we get started
smoke him ’til he get farted
accidental; skip alarms and
sirens and we get the farthest
from the scene with different garments
this is why a mission’s hardest
diffi-culty’s ripped apart
like papyrus
roadrunner to an iris
propogatin’ bullets like a virus
he intercept transmissions cuz his protocol wireless
frequen-cy stays so ultra with the violence

round 10 to the power of 16 hertz
clown them with a round of the pristine work
flip perception, misdirection
fl!ckin coins & skip detection
slip on by with his deceptive
and his clownish ways

king clown, the ring leader; bring round the deep freezer
treats it like a clown car with bodies for the main feature
second act, he comes back disguised & hides behind the bleachers
grand finale comes; the crowd stunned, the victim’s
speechless

elusive targets turn to parchment pieces
roll em like cigars with weed then spark the creases
proceed to smoke em like a ring leader carnie chiefin’
time to bounce like spring season; start the cleanin

sweepin up the ash, no evidence remain
he dip toward the exit then the cycle starts again
years pass stackin names
hack n slash, crackin brains
grabbin cash, passin blame
caskets clash; jackets rain
coffin nails & brass tacks
bugle boys & brass taps
clean up crew with hazmats
sweatin bout the laugh gas
he damage all the cameras
shoot a stainless panorama
turnin’ people into phantoms
leave em steamin’ like a candle

he pushes bullets, like a pencil
sharpened straight through your mental
stay strapped with supplemental
k!ller clown utensils

fiber wire, 5 syringes
tranquilizers caught em slippin
krugermeister- silent pistol
lockpicks; he’s addicted

shotguns; explosive duck
greedy coins just for luck
throwing knives keep em stuck
explosive phone mix it up

that’s how he keep it real
creep inside a circus tent is how he stay concealed
sneak in, circumvent, go in for the k!ll
recieve funds, reciprocate flys ’round the wheel
blow em up lookin like split banana peels
balloon like the animals that twist & overfill

[verse 2]
pop ’em like a bubble optics like the hubble
if he’s caught without a gun he a drop em with a shovel

chop em while he juggle mop em like a puddle
he make his chopper sing like an opera in a tunnel

bullets down a barrel millionaires in peril
movin door to door like a silent night carol

walking dead daryl grim reaper pharaoh
swing his scythe clean like a doctor so sterile

a surgeon so concerning toss em on a gurney
dump em in a furnace no snitchin if they burning

this a psychopathic journey a sick & twisted odyssey
murderous attorney mission is lobotomy

sucker-punch; pez dispenser rock em sock em robot
no evidence is preferential swabbin decks with glo-mop

matter fact mop & glo opposition domino
speedbag head bobbin traffic when it stop & go

dodgin cops and switchin lanes top down; grip the same
chrome as the swat team same toys; different game

armed to the t–th toy chest of weapons
talkin chest high jenga tower methods

pick one off the top look at how he dressin
he can find a match every color every preference

talkin amazon selection like neo in the matrix
smithsonian collection just sittin in his bas-m-nt

the clown-nose assassin laughin while he shoot bane
half clown & batman joker mixed with bruce wayne

bandit with a bandolier clown with convictions
slammin’ all the chandeliers down on his victims

shimmy through the enemies
dougie while he dodgin bullets
runnin man with gun in hand
trigger squeezed, he gotta pull it

pop, lock & make em drop
rhythm is the remedy
lectric slide gave a shock
head bang em; john kennedy

floss em, he ain’t skip the scope
whippin indiana jo
nae nae but a different colt
thriller still rippin throats

robot with a weapon
milly rock with the pressure
do the twist with his suppressor
never shout while it’s deafened

lean back like he directed
laffy taffy leave em neckless
make em humpty on a stretcher
moonwalking through the exit

and all of that to say
he’s dancin with the stars
his bullets black holes
make em twinkle into shards

servin up the cosmic dust, death, & devastaion
tally mark his track record; “pillars of creation”
jumpstartin’ death star; force of 4 vaders
shruti, but he’s never heard; explore the four vedas

vishnu won’t miss you, take your final breath
atrioc coldly states “i am become death”

we just call him “record breaker”
leopard slayer, pepper shaker
tiger blood seasoned with the lemon flavor
chefin up a session of the seven layer death engraver
keepin all his weapons chambered

i called it won9 cuz he won 9 times
broke 9 times at once; when he crossed the finish line
born on the 19th; day is one nine
shouts out to khama, og onenine

uh run it back i’m chillin
atrioc laugh like the mad clown k!ller
he a grab that skrilla
swag like dilla
chop up the ops like the
masked up villain

[verse 3]
born to k!ll; full metal jacket
the joker card suits itself well
reflect all shrapnel
throwing stars shoot too, if a depth charge slap em
projectile spasm;

eject all caliber for sh-ll casing gravel
bullet trails weave a web that never unravel
the hitman leave em like they slumped in a tavern
smoke em if you have em

live rounds make steam engine screams, as they travel
a barell full of fish, it’s hard for him to miss when he battles

hide bodies so well they decompose all natural
no human witness, but the bugs might tattle

dotted lines march like rays from a barrel’s own
insects leaving trails of their pheromones
breadcrumbs of bedlam

steel blades engraved by split-second cleaving
ya last cut is the only one worth percieving
as funky as concieving

a dead shot prophet make a scarred antecedent
red hot lead dots paint harsh candle grievin’
red dot cerebrums

[verse 4]
no more parties with big a
please, baby, no more parties with big a, uh
no more parties with big a
please, baby, no more parties with big a, uh
no more (los angeles)
please (shake that body, party that bod-)
please (shake that body, party that bod-)
please (shake that body, party that body)

babe, i need to call the party off umm
i think the clown we got just started poppin molotovs
mean, i’m used to molly but i’m sweatin like a sauna, dog
he’s pickin off my friends before we even popped a bottle off

5 star resort with a 5 star view
maybe he’s mad we didn’t match him with the 5 star review

this was supposed to be a getaway, not “get away from him!”
somebody started shootin at him, i ain’t even see him flinch

he’s a menace, he’s a devil, he’s a certified freak
matter fact, checkin in, i never heard him even speak
flashed his card at the desk; they just handed him a key
i saw a big red a; that’s all that i could read

popped open his red case n0body had even questioned
assume he had balloons maybe makeup for complexions

advertisment said “professional prop comic”
but he pulled out some metal that said “glock” on it

he bounced a few bombs toward the front desk reception
smoke in every direction, flash bang projections
i just blinked a few times, hope i seen a misconception
i hate bad service too, but this much agression?!

i started lookin round for the movie set cameras
no director yelling cut, no ashton kutcher sayin “punk’d”
just debris, damage, a hole 10 foot diameter
grab my drink & jump; elevator where i duck

stopped to breathe i saw him creepin up the balcony
this what the hotel calls hospitality?

somebody grab my arm cuz i really need a pinch
i think freddy from my nightmare is comin for revenge
jesus christ! k!ll me now i think my hair is really singed
maybe someone shat their pants, oh my god what’s that stench?

is it just me or is that smoke green like the grinch?
i’m feeling kinda dizzy, imma lie down on the bench

this clown fart silent but it’s deadly
move in silence like spaghetti
droppin bombs in your lasagna
makin noises like a comma

eric soder, give him closure
tear his heart out, now he’s forcibly a donor

an homage to marauders, the street smart scholars
the shooters & seducers, & the pulmonary prodders

memories of murder, this song a time capsule
rappers spit flames, but my verses slingin shrapnel

if you hear him comin, you probably better duck
and oh yeah
this message self destruct

- billary squintin

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