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letra de still the people - bryce breckenridge

[intro]
“we the people”? nah, man
it’s just “still the people”
’cause i’m back! (i’m back!)
with a f-ckin’ rap song… (rap song)
’cause i ain’t quite finished yet (finished yet)

[verse 1]
bryce breckenridge is back‚ motherf-cker! wake up!
stupid c-nt‚ you’ll be dead‚ n-body’s gonna save ya
put you in my bas-m-nt, drown you in some a-1
f-ckin f-ggot, remember the time i almost made ya
famous on my last song? i’ma have your -ss gone
try to step to me again‚ and i’ma blast off
beware of the blast, ’cause motherf-ckers will rap wrong
my rhymes are bullet holes, up into your abdo-
-men‚ you’re f-ckin’ your men, like kenneth kaniff
i ain’t tryna hear you again, you wanted d-cks
in your f-ckin’ adams apple for f-ckin’ your kids
trans-xuality’s f-ckin’ the government
right up main street, politics made me feel like shady
y’all be wishing death upon me, but then y’all gon’ save me
i be telling the truth, but f-ck it! y’all just hate me
i be spitting these rhymes as fast as an m-80

[verse 2]
back in the 970 ’cause i’m fire!
the human torch, touching your porsche, and i’ll be higher
motherf-cker, you’re crazy enough to have me hired
outdoing this rap sh-t, until you retire
so f-ck your job! i had your -ss fired just last night
when i dropped this sh-t, motherf-ckers met their past life
got me stabbing these guys, how do i act right?
michael jackson’s d-ck stuck up in your -ss like:
“what the f-ck is that? i never felt that before!”
you stuck up wh-r-s, you think your fed enough to pour
fifty grand on a f-ckin’ car you can’t afford
tell me to watch my mouth again, and i’ll be more than a
b-st-rd, i smack your spinal chord’s backwards
’till you drop dead inside of a f-ckin’ casket
you think you’re tough enough to have me k!lled on that sh-t
national geographic be f-ckin’ with my actiq

[verse 3]
i’ll be up, you’ll be down, motherf-ckers come around
“death wish” is back, and you’ll be dead now!
slit your wrist, hit your hoe, you gon’ think you’re one of those
suicidal motherf-ckers that won’t even come and go
comin’ and back, you’ll be stuck in the cab and i’ma
laugh off my -ss, you’re getting kidnapped, and no one’s
ever gonna save you, motherf-ckers hate you
they hate me, too, and i ain’t even played you
stupid sk-nk, you make plays, and i’ma phase you
b-tches tryna silent my thoughts, but they can’t make rules
f-ck around and get k!lled, before i take you
i be writing your raps ’till motherf-ckers debut
their last hit! go and get your -ss kicked, you’re done!
i start careers to end it! man, i’ll be having fun
you f-ckin’ c-nt! b-tch’ll be flashing their one’s
like bhad bhabie and lil tay while lacking their funds

[hook]
still the people of this motherf-ckin’ place
i’ll be back again, and i’ma turn you to waste
i spit rhymes, ’cause it’s time to have you sprayed
i be laughin’ my -ss off in outer sp-ce
still the people of this motherf-ckin’ place
i’ll be back again, and i’ma turn you to waste
i spit rhymes, ’cause it’s time to have you sprayed
i be laughin’ my -ss off in outer sp-ce
still the people of this motherf-ckin’ place
i’ll be back again, and i’ma turn you to waste
i spit rhymes, ’cause it’s time to have you sprayed
i be laughin’ my -ss off in outer sp-ce

- bryce breckenridge

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