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letra de no remorse - casey masters

[intro]
i see you took some of my advice on the cover for the return, huh
you the king of foco for this rap sh-t?
you’re funny man
f-ck casey masters
should be your godd-mn tagline, you say it so much
f-ck casey masters
ight

[verse]
holy sh-t
made the people’s ears bleed again
seems like ya listen to ya sh-t, no hear of sense
well you know i’m poppin’ little b-tch, this gets intense
yeah you know you’re probably gonna quit, i’ll win again
more digged dirt but you didn’t hit the gold mine
gore pinned shirt ‘cuz i tore up every old twine
all-white, not bi, bobby got a reason from a long ride
fall twice, get up we will all rise
thought all the demon, sad boy sh-t was brodie
i guess all that’s bullsh-t for what? trophies?
i’m playing with my food and you are the prey and i am the coyote
i always stay low-key
i’m holding the system with actors who fake
seems like you are the perfect candidate
coyote’s hungry, he’s needin’ some steak
maybe the deer that got into the way
i’m a lone wolf, f-ck a group hoax
everybody at the park makes me wanna slit throats
listen they cringin’, you just flipped the boat
pursuit a new view, you should take the notes
zayne is the only reason anybody knows you
who is brodie? zayne’s brother
oh that is cold news, me i’m makin’ bold moves
tell a story whole truth, swervin’ jolt, colt hooves
got the go juice
you’re wired ‘cuz i got the f-cking circuit on ya neck
puttin’ shock to the flesh
yeah i’m here for respect
put the gun to the chest
lookin’ like mold growin’, i’m a show boat it
rubbin’ vick’s on it ’till there’s no hopin’
i’m a blast it, poppin’ bubbles can’t rap fast wits
keep on tappin’ thoughts to the pad sh-t
you an actress
gettin’ scars ‘cuz i left you fell apart
you know you’re gonna wish it never happened
do i risk my career just to end yours
people are on the list, pin in the board
when do these diss tracks turn into real life
said that you wanted to meet me outside
tryin’ to fight, you won’t get no award
had you elicit a round 2 and swarms
nikki in lungs and the weed gets you high
stick it to drugs while i’m making my rise
immature little b-tch didn’t take some advice
told you no flow and i buried you twice
stay low, comin’ to ya house with a shovel and hoe
muzzle you slow, cover you full
i’m a toxic mothaf-cker, don’t get on my bad side
dangerous i am what you try to strive
for nice livin’ life when the livin’ is priced
2 cents in my pocket, i carry your pride
did you write that letter i must not have gotten it
signing my soul off to the devil, opposite
found underground only when the god calls
not an angel or saint, these white walls are intolerant
disbelief when i’m coming for the throne
needin’ peace, level headed for a show
you need at least devil’s uping to uphold
the candle leaks, left embedded in the chrome
keep chatterin’ harder, i need handwritten starters
i preach don’t be a martyr, i deepen talisman farther
to reach the leaves with an ardor
‘cuz it’s fall, so it’s battle of bare bones
batty eyed, broke blow
la king is here to gather up old stones
i’m setting a known goat, i’m gretzky and your dose
i’m letting the soul float, the bishop has postponed
a viscous intent shown, i’m makin’ a check row

king of the darkness, your shadows don’t prove it
you’re not even worth the spit from my mouth fluid
the ring of a novice, your callow influenced
the ghost had arose, got em versin’ improvements
on ya tombstone, i’ll leave you this solace
maybe you’ll grow, i’ll give you this knowledge
never step toes to who you pay homage
when i get to go, i raid like a comet

nine seven o, well i’m two six two, comin’ through
wisco gettin’ cheddar blue and yellow with the brew
need a shoe or a swat-
ter all these f-ckin’ flies, i dispise, i’m a cop with the shot sir
k!ll em off, i’m the b-tterfly, you a moth, listen
it’s like comparin’ you to juice, i’m the sauce, stick a-
round longer, who would a thought that
hatin’ could l!ck it given rim jobs, lately

you will never reach these heights, hype your side
pen’ll go off you dyk-, i’m the light
you might wanna fight me right?
how about you get them writes and show recite to m-sses
woke up from a sleep, a dream, another k!llin’ spree
i read the p-ssage, “twas a lighting tree, shall i heat
now i see what resembles you, ashes”
is it even worth it? to make another track
i’ll have you finished, put ya body in a bag, woah
is it really worth it? redwood to myrtle, burn the internal black
still soundcloud rap. you never won. i’m better runnin’ laps
for the fact you are shunned
if you make a third track then you desperate for attention
the curse i penned in, i’m done

- casey masters

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