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letra de diabolical - bombay the rapper

[hook: bombay the rapper and summer]
(5x)
they say they f-ck wit you, then they run out of luck with you
i’m dippin’ in that bucket fool; your pussy i be pluggin’ too
(4x)
(they better not play with you; they better not be with you)

[verse 1: bombay the rapper]
all i need’s a good driver like macgyver up on the getaway
go in enemy territory and disintegrate
with extreme prejudice in your main residence
furnitures and fixtures, impervious to those pictures
i can’t be breaking rules, i can’t be leaving clues
i can’t be suffering fools, i’m exercising tools
‘cause if you keep pushing your luck, you know you’re bound to win
my revolver’s got six chambers and they ’bout to spin
the puppy barked up the wrong tree
you really don’t know me
i be playing for keeps, you gossiping in these streets
pillow talking powder puff, pussy pink
motherf-cker, my baby gangsta get wit’ ya’
pick out a suit that’s gon’ fit ya’
i’m pedigreed, my bloodline bite, never bark
what you thought?
watch that spark before you meet a flaming tomahawk
down with the dirt so deeply since savages swarmed your teepee
down with the dirt so deeply since savages swarmed your teepee

[hook: bombay the rapper and summer]
(2x)
they say they f-ck wit you, then they run out of luck with you
i’m dippin’ in that bucket fool; your pussy i be pluggin’ too
(2x)
(they better not play with you; they better not be with you)

[verse 2: bombay the rapper]
so, you still at it?
you really ain’t through?
you ain’ t see what happened to your partner, that lil’ dude?
you b-tches must be blockheaded
you really must don’t believe
even with my dying breath, i’m gon’ be cursing your seed – diabolical
i’m cut from another breed
most are mortals, only cattle for a deity to feed
hidden message, no blatant statement for your eyes to read
i’ll be waiting on the darkest of your halloweens
friday-the-13th terrible
pain that’s unbearable
never run out of ammo
cannon chew like a cannibal
eatin’ you niggas’ f-ckin brains, you define lame
stay in your motherf-ckin’ lane
disease-infested mind
prone to madness, medicinal
taking off is easy, landing is pivotal
pay dirt, real work, in these streets talk cheap
unless your hand behind triggers, pulling ‘em, nigga

[verse 3: bombay the rapper]
the terror-striker
heat of the night
the silent sniper selects
pump ‘em full, lead-loaded they land
leaving your loved ones lost, sinking like sand
apply pressure
when really a pinch was more than they could stand
narrow alleyway, seen the situation unfolding
foolish, they follow fantasies
often to fatal conclusion
how much you winning, how much you losing?
’cause if you snoozin’ slip is a knot suffocating constriction, prediction
i forecast a walking natural disaster
send ’em to see the pastor, i’m embalming all you b-st-rds
bring ’em, i bag ’em, never beat the bomber
fill the order
on my first daughter
i flow like caribbean water
rapidly feed the fire pin with friction, my addiction
competition decomposition, leave they body missin’

[closing]
diabolical

- bombay the rapper

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