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letra de hell bound - ceyingy

[verse 1]
i saw this guy smokin’ pot, he didn’t had a lot
so i asked him if he needed cash
he said to me that he wants to bum my -ss
i said what man, i didn’t hear you clear there
kneel down for a minute so that i can pull your hair
you better beware, this is cyinge and you’ll stay clear man i am here
when i was under c&g, it was a good year for me
i did tracks with origan who is still rappin’ about his origin
he still does raps with me, if anyone thinks we’re a p-ssy
i’ll knock them down with my friends car, wipe their life out
i know that his wife will shout
i am a mean boy, i almost got suspended in school
i said d-mn, you cool
i went crazy and throw a chair to the teacher and ran
til i got hit over the head with a frying pan
i didn’t know where i was, i became more brain dead than i ever was
this is the vibe that i can bring you, because

[chorus]
i’m in h-ll bound, it’s h-ll for sure as i go pure
i’m in h-ll bound, it’s the h-ll for sure, it’s also pure
i’m in h-ll bound, can you hear that sound, it’s the lake swamming
flowing to the front and to the back
i’m in h-ll bound and it feels good, my friend

[verse 2]
my mind is d-mn whack, i bet now i’ll be doped up on smack and crack
i am a r-t-rded kid
i’m a r-t-rd, i am saying this out of r-t-rdedness
i have been down worse than my friend was
i got told that i can’t rap, i took out their voice box
tryin to create the right time
you can’t battle me with my own rhyme
ya’ll left kathy, but y’all can’t approach sally
i kick back on the valley, streets of southern cali
met her at a club way out in the valley
it was plain to see a new phase was here
if you don’t agree, don’t consider yourself an ally
now i’m sure you’ve heard this story before
he walks up slowly, then he looks me in my eye
since i’m paid, a lot of motherf-ckers envy me
for the whole ride, shorty hand was strokin my thigh
do you know the drummer boy? well i’m the rapper man
living and knowing we ain’t perfect, but we gotta try

[verse 3]
bringin heat to snitches
all my homies and my b-tches
whip my wheel twenty inches
cause the dispossessed poor are in sweatshops
emb-ssy playboy to hide our riches
magical realms are held high, visions of wishes
what happened to love? gave us all drugs
a show deal from lugz, t-shirts, and coffee mugs
insane be the thought that made murder up
a herb, if you steal out the tip cup
hearin’ little babies screams as they chests is bein’ mushed in!
one shot takes you down bang bang and you’re dead
in the middle of the street, red flag on his head
i feel so great to read in between the lines
fly face, waist 8 or 8, rocking all the late designs
amongst the illest, i hung with k!llers
makin deals for millions not gettin paid to sign players
if ya down with front-n-town just holla at me
the bigger the critter, the harder to pull the trigga
i’m famous in the ghetto like amos cookies
this ain’t no mother f-ckin’ verse, i write movies
i can’t leave it alone, addicted to life
you no longer a scrub you the birdman’s wife

[outro]
it feels like i’m in h-ll bound
the x on tha scene, never mess with me
f-ckers man, you’ll be dead before you say f-ck it, i’m gonna kick the bucket
the night crawls in and satan will never forgive your sin
if you disrespect lucifer, you’ll be dead for sure, sir

- ceyingy

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