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letra de crack hippy - billy pastor

[verse 1: billy pastor]
billy ain’t scared of y’all i’m hip hop’s animal
cannibalism in him not sipping no f-cking antidote
and i’m dope, can you cope with the words i’m about to throw?
probably no, probably one of the coldest to ever flow
exposing an eskimo from the south to the northern pole
never know if i’m on a roll, i just fit it kick it and spit it
legends are getting old and they told me to grab the torch
yo i torture you on my thrown i told you, you getting old
i’m that new ship, that 28 grams of c-ke on the news sh-t
the 28 thousand fans that listen to f-cking music
this 28 thousand bullets i shoot when i f-cking use this
you is stupid, loser, usless
understand this is pakistan and i pack a plan like i’m buddhist
i booted the greatest shooters from vietnam i’m the rudest
a terrorist to this new sh-t i bind a bomb like a chemist
obama, even osama would even tell you i’d bomb and nuke this

[hook 1]
i was born in year ’98, my daddy sniffin the ‘caine
imagine the things i saw looking out my room window pane

[verse 2: billy pastor]
all i knew was pain
every verse that i wrote was from anger but, not again
novocain overdose, mary jane couldn’t ease the pain
and i’m looking back on my thoughts just imaginin ever day
cause it’s tragic but i’m okay, just imagine the magic
i can lay on the verse any day, i’m insane with a little twist
kendrick on vicodin so you hiking to cop my disc
and you like it, you pop it in but, your pops is yelling again
cause the music is loud and sh-t and the neighbors calling the cops
cause they hear the explicitness i’m explicit with most my lyrics
twisted with bitterness i’m acidic sick and i’m vigorous
triggers click cause trigerous motherf-cker i’m with the sh-ts
i said motherf-cker i’m with the sh-ts

[hook]
i was born in year ’98, my daddy sniffin the ‘caine
every word is an ounce, every verse a brick of cocaine

crack hippy

[verse 3: dan leo]
man my n-gg-s is gifted think we wished it
spinning off the top of the dome my n-gg-s flipped it
flowing automatic y’all listening like an addict
we blowing up like the trade, happening fast reaction
slim bitties fat t-tties them b-tches stay jumping
crack hippies rap with me you know the b-ss b-mping
they just move to the groove yeah they pop that sh-t
while we toke on the bud grind up on that d-ck
show respect when it’s due we the truth we the crew
n-body can even try to compare us to all the new
oh i’m sorry did i rip this sh-t?
did i grab that grip? c-ck that sh-t? k!ll this b-tch?
better turn down for the popo
sh…sh…sh…sh…
turn me back up cause the f-ck n-gg-s won’t bang this sh-t
when i come through all blacked up
they scream they round up
they cannot handle this stress cannot fathom
puff on that endo, bucked up this tempo
bucked up then bucked up and knocked up her friend though

[outro x2]
p-ss me the liquor, drugs make me bitter
sweet candy flow like my flavor vanilla
don;t test us we realer jackson more thriller
hot like this stove but colder than winter

thank you

- billy pastor

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