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letra de spike - certified ethan

[verse 1]
i’m too broke, no rings like sonic after a spike
i’m like spike, gonna die without saying bye bye to ein
say bye bye to the guys that couldn’t rhyme
you’re outta time, like marty not the schottenheim
okay now, that bit just don’t fit, so i gotta get rid of it
trashed the sh-t, sad for a grip, now i’m over it
i will spit, venomous, this will smith is so elegant
four door preference, cause all my homies they heaven-sent
open up, we all feasting, look at me, i’m the reason
got your girl, indecent exposure, bend her over in the back of a rover or a nova popping ovum like i’m hova
so f-cked up sh-t blurry like bokeh, tired of her sh-t yeah sip of the mocha
finna settle down and retire to boca, raton
face down and my nose to the grindstone
i gotta go get it, i gotta go get it
making chump change, so i ain’t very liquid
destiny ain’t real, i don’t wanna hear it
you get to chose if you sippin’ on the spirits
and if you get to sippin’ you’ll eventually be spillin’
i’m not number two, i wanna be top billin’
stop trying act as if you chillin’ like a villain
we all know you just gonna die like you krillin
motherf-cka looking like a gremlin, fronting like you workin’ for the kremlin
putin can’t even play hockey, spun around the ice, looking like a disc jockey
heard him pau gasol, cause he floppin’
if you try to block his goal, then you droppin’
vladimir, more like the impaler
i went too hard, needa hit the inhaler

[chorus]
taking over, rap lebron, cause i’m the king
we ain’t related but like derek, i’ma need 5 rings
i’m feeling hot, i’m feeling icy, i think i got the shaq gene
i’m feeling icy, i’m feeling cold, i’ma cop some new bling

[verse 2]
i’ma take over the world while these haters getting mad
hate me and respect me i’m your new step dad
got mad respect for mr. miller, larry fish, or mac
feasting on these chumps like a thick big mac
i’m gonna be giant, am i the bfg or godzilla?
need the skrilla, ain’t no k!lla, and i don’t want rap to be no motherf-ckng plain vanilla
you hit pain k!llers, huff paint thinner, gotta be a pig with sh-t in your innards
f-ck around with me you’ll get steamed like skinner
feel like tobi lou with the shine and the glimmer
tired of being the kid who’s walking down the hall, ready to brawl
on edge cause i’m sick of getting called out, but never get a phone call
most the time people aren’t even talking trash, i’m just anxious
wondering if anyone of us got beef, not talking angus
low self esteem and feel like i don’t exist, but i must persist
wanna smash and stomp anyone talking sh-t, but i must resist
you’ll get popped like a cyst, flick of my wrist
jail you for -ssault, f-ck your habeas corpus writ
those are the thoughts i must dismiss, real f-cking swift

[verse 3]
f-ck fronting fake friends flaunting fubu h-lla fugazi
i’m going in, i’m going at it, and i’m feeling crazy
if you wondering where the f-ck i been lately
i been in the lab stewing like gravy
gotta stack bread to cop a mercedes
flames out my mouth feeling like hades
shaking up the game shout out to haiti
lines f-cked up never playing it safely
hole in one, daly
cooking hoes, pastry
f-cked a ginger, pasty
princess b-tch on her princess sh-t, peach or daisy

- certified ethan

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