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letra de stupid cunt - bryce breckenridge

[intro]
hahahahahaha…
you lil’ piece of sh-t…
stupid b-tch!
f-ck! (kow what i’m saying?)…
bryce breckenridge (970)…
two thousand and…(you know what i’m saying?)
and… nineteen (what?)
f-cking f-ggots!

[verse 1]
you a stupid c-nt, and i’ll be speaking facts
f-ck your written raps, i’ll have snipers on yo -ss
step to me, and motherf-ckers getting grabbed
by the hair and dragged, and i’ma be on the wrath
spit some rhymes, and i’ma be on the watchlist
got a rap career to end, where’s the c-ckpit?
drive your sh-t down, motherf-cker spot this
“look alive”? p-ss-es gon’ be dead on my sh-t

[hook]
(aye, aye) you f-ckin’ b-tch!
(aye, aye) you stupid c-nt!
(aye, aye) you f-ckin’ b-tch!
(aye, aye) you stupid c-nt!
(aye, aye) you f-ckin’ b-tch!
(aye, aye) you stupid c-nt!
(aye, aye) you f-ckin’ b-tch!
(aye, aye) you stupid c-nt!

[verse 2]
you a stupid c-nt, motherf-cker’s getting scared
b-tches poppin pills, i be rapping in their ear
hoes breaking up with boyfriends like affairs
you ain’t tough enough to pop my eardrum with a snare
taking sh-t seriously like a kid
now you’re getting older, abby d-ckenson!
i battle you on writer’s block, i’m still gonna win
shut your mouth, or i’ll put your name on my sh-t

[verse 3]
i’m tired of being nice, i set fire to freezing ice
i bet, that motherf-cker would like it to see me die ’cause i’ma
talk that sh-t, and cause that hit, and you gon’
slit that wrist, and hit that b-tch, and i’ll be
back in the bas-m-nt, laying dead in an hour
wake the f-ck up from a death, headed to the shower
to drown your family in your past, motherf-ckers are cowards
stuck your stinking rap career in the atmosphere, devoured
you just had me ripped off, and now i’m getting p-sst off
i talk too much sh-t, i went to the bathroom on kriss kross
you stupid motherf-cker! step to me? i’m this raw
from having you b-tches dead on the ground when it’s kickoff
you’re late, mister! get hit in the face with a
razor blade stiffer than christopher reeve with g-ys with ’em
you ain’t vicious enough to call and fake a sickness
you were never made to live, so f-ck yourself with plates and dishes!

[outro]
(aye, aye) [hahahahaha] you f-ckin’ b-tch!
(aye, aye) [you lil’ piece of sh-t] you stupid c-nt! [stupid]
(aye, aye) [b-tch] you f-ckin’ b-tch! [know what i’m saying?]
(aye, aye) you stupid c-nt!
(aye, aye) [970] you f-ckin’ b-tch!
(aye, aye) [you know what i’m saying?] you stupid c-nt!
(aye, aye) [what?] you f-ckin’ b-tch!
(aye, aye) you stupid c-nt! [f-cking f-ggots!]

- bryce breckenridge

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