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letra de hunter is the hunted remix - buttatones

[diabolic]

imagine being driven crazy, but seeking greener pastures
and the voices in your head are a bunch of demons screaming at ya
power to the people, make their egos shatter
they’re full of sh-t leaking nothing but some fecal matter
paranoid like who’s that peeking in my window
it’s the nsa and they’re scheming on my info
i don’t like to talk, keep secrets within kin folk
face to face no phone, meeting up on skid row
police will come and tip toe, missions get aborted
i really should of saw it but my vision was distorted
probably should have said no to this liquor when i poured it
but i get twisted and record it, sh-ts listener supported
no state of the art equipment, we’re playing the cards we’re given
it’s a statement of our conviction like playing the yard in prison
but i’ve been losing faith, not praying to god or wishing
to me that sh-t equates to praising allah for christians

(hook by tones)
it’s the torture, anger, the murder, disgust
it’s the envy, betrayal, the struggle, the l-st
roaming when i’m home, it’s the feeling when alone
it’s the torture, the anger, the murder, disgust
it’s the envy, betrayal, the struggle, the l-st
roaming til i’m home, when i’m feeling all alone

[coast]

i swing a bigger stick, nibble on your b-tches cl-t
i eat like i got a dozen -ssh0l-s for sh-tting with
f-cking electrifying stick my d-ck in an outlet
i petrify guys having ’em sh-tting in they outfit
tear souls torn from out kids, don’t doubt that i’m ’bout this
turn them into dust and throw they ashes off a mountain
return like the third reich and burn like a hippy
run ’em off the turnpike for sucking like a hickey
suckas shifty, b-tches must be on some whitney
’cause you c-nts is smoking crack if you think you f-cking with me
and you could die right there and leave an ugly corpse
i take your keys and do some doughnuts in your f-cking porsche
p-ss me off bat swinging like a pendulum
do a homi on your team like swave, pump and pen and them
for some benjamins you could see the other side
the hunter is the hunted so you better run and hide

(hook)

[b-ttatones]

third eye awakening, flesh to the soul
cuffed to the fire, fed to the cold
locked in a dungeon, forgotten since a young’un
chased by my shadow and they not even coming
engaged in the battle, born on a different level
disheveled from the death, delivered by the devil
thoughts undefined, talking in rhyme
lost in the lines or it’s all in my mind
chewed by the parasites, watched by the satellites
life in the stars, astrologers are sacrificed
diseased from distraught, disturbed by disgust
at peace with the war and all that i’ve l-st
songs from the coffin torn into portions
travel through the clarity, lost in distortion
many personalities coming by the hundred
got me in your scope but the hunter is the hunted

(hook)

- buttatones

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