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letra de hyena! - c0rtex

[intro]

grave digger
i’m that big hitter
big fact
my figures goin up
i’m rackin’ em
hard liquor
might turn me to a k!ller
put the game in a bonfire n’
treat me like the wick

[verse 1]

i look better in a body bag
than in balenciaga
my key to life is try not to give
a f-ck about it too hard
but ya’ll be trying to hard
i know ya’ll ain’t really with it
ya’ll ain’t gon’ die for your art
this sh-t i do independent
but independence dependent on a pension from god
(hallelujah)
and i’m a non-believer
so it’s the luck of the draw
my manager’s my imaginary friend, a mirage
now give me a round of applause
and dare wrap my body in gauze
and mummify me and then burn me at the steak
i sh-t you not
(what the f-ck?)
you think you’ve seen it all
no b-tch you thought
everyone! try not go viral
this ain’t chicken-pox
i don’t need no reebok
to outrun that raw sewage you be
spewing out your gaping assh0l- of a mouth
(for real)
your nightmare fuel finna’ come from the south
when the beat drops
we sneak into that back of your house
(what we finna’ do?)
we finna’ burn it down to the ground

[interlude]

hyena’s are formidable predators
equipped with a powerful jaw
razor sharp t–th are designed for cutting flesh
and pulverizing bone

[verse 2]

you come at me i think fast
white boy but no b-tch-ass
that strap next to my mattress
yeah i do this sh-t in my sleep
f-ck you tryna’ be?
lil boy you’re fru-fru
yo sl!ck talk means nothin to me
(mean nothin!)
you fake ass act like we fam when you see me poppin
i don’t owe you a d-mn though
for real
my switch up hit harder than you’d imagine
(fair warning)
my sh-t, fire
gotta enter the dragon when i walk in that build
it be like silence of lambs
say i’m too good with my hands
take a pic
panoramic, open up
apparatus, my new chick
fully tatted, told her don’t
call me daddy that sh-t’s weird as f-ck
she said she don’t know why my heart got severely cut
(and i said drop it)

[interlude 2]

morale says the hyenas are fed every-other day
to his mind, they have a good life
and is puzzled when asked whether it might be wrong
to keep hyena’s in the urban chaos

[outro]

you know that i’m a misfit
my mental-state is twisted
my passion is afflicted
but keep on no assistance
my muse became addicted, to me
wrongfully gifted
but they still can’t admit
cortex running for that distance
(f-ck)

- c0rtex

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