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letra de scorcher - bruhmanegod

[part producer by landfill]

ima rob the next old lady that look at me like i’m finna
i was the kid that died
picking up pieces i planned it i jammed it inside
f-ck an og
this beat was made for me
got em runnin off
witout no feet
i got jumped by a group of amputees
spider gang finna trample like a stampede
no cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
i be big blastin in a spider tank
i need mo ammo where da mortars at
y’all record the past, i make big blasts i’m outsourcin that
i be sellin more while y’all tellin more
you a corp of rats, i am so bored of that

i’m gon punch in i know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
hoes
dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, i ain’t gotta post
those
flex bullsh-t, no rent holdin
gon up poles n blow wit no control
collect most of the best tokens
ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
slow it all down
down

i set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
send em all down

[part produced by solds]

popcorn up inside my lungs
i’ve had enough

y’all got plug but no power
…
y’all got high but no time
…

i’m onna trunk smokin animals
please do not pick up a camera
when i eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
lookin like lights in my eyes i don’t wanna die
i tend to burn inside but i ain’t permafried
i did acid at least 20 times by now
cryin my eyes out
i don’t like no one outside now
i keep it tight
where it doesn’t get bright
and we fightin to find out
what’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
pummel you
bust a move, the luck is brutal
touch, in tune, for cups of soup
what’s the move

huh… you tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
watch me screamin as i please, as i was raised, i’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think i don’t see them, i defeat. this
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe sh-t to thee i don’t believe. it

you won’t do it it’s impossible
…
take a risk and get illogical
…
solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
…
spider gang, your homies not as bold
…
i’m in trash x3
i’m in the dumpster
i’m finna bump my own sh-t
to sleep
i’m finna love what i writ
you sleep
you is a crackhead
you tweak
you in the past tense
you weak
you can get better
just try
you better live ‘fore
you die
i don’t wanna rap

she sells sea sh-lls, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, i cannot see right
be blind, breathe my s-m-n, don’t read my lyrics

do it for emotion i don’t do it for appearance
i don’t need n0body clearance, i’m a spirit
i can phase thru walls
want a fade, who brawl
what a waste, you stall
it’ll break you all
pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
i need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
y’all gon make my c-ck spit
seminally toxic
if i gotta mock them
open up my logic

pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
and an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
battle for style, you rap for a title, i rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

- bruhmanegod

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