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letra de spectre divide - chewiecatt

[verse 1: chewiecatt]
yeah, ready and set
getting in quick, put you down like a vet
double entendre going over your head
triple if i pick you, i’m selective at best
rolling in hot with the gang all red
read you like a book, but it’s ours that was written
can’t get a ‘graph when you’re already dead
got the whole squad taking out any witness
i’m a k!ller, big game winner, dropped the ball, just call it quits
i am faithful to the sinner, cynic that just knows what’s best
one shot, two shot, three shot, four shot, can’t let it go to my head
i’m like man meets the machine, duality at its best, yeah
yeah, pack it in
focus up, gonna clutch, guess i’m locking in
like the mob say h-llo to my little friend
not your mom, but it’s time for you to tuck on in
already gave you a taste of my medicine
but if you’re havin’ trouble sleeping, here’s a tip i’ll give
well, a tip of this bullet entering your skin
so nighty night, little guy, see you in the morning

[verse 2: zach b]
yeah, that was just a warning
but i’ll make sure that you can’t ignore it
only two shots that’ll leave you dormant
and you better not miss me, you can’t afford it
i’ll make sure that it’s quick, with no hint of aggression
and empty a clip when i hit in succession
they know that i’m him, all my foes have been bested
and take out your clique, and i’ll leave you for seconds
walk in a room, they don’t know what to say
believe me though, this isn’t new to me
because i usually get all these people to pray
unless they want to die brutally
this opportunity only comes once in a day
me and myself as a unity
like there was two of me, which one of me will be safe?
and which one of me is the fake?
[verse 3: nemraps]
whenever i am involved, i’mma keep firing off
like a firing squad in a zone blitz
you get hit with the fire when i fire from the hip
that’s hipfire, firing clips, and he don’t miss
i ain’t really got no time for no chit-chat, bro
keeping an eye on the opps, get ’em in that scope
crossing off three in a row, that’s tic-tac-toe
like ooh, baby, a triple, homie get back slow, yeah
i’m tactical
hittin’ you with a crowbar and leaving a broke jaw, then we laugh at you
if that didn’t work, then we stabbin’ you
grabbing everything on your body that’s attached to you
targetin’ your top like some head lice
you really shouldn’t stop when you see the red light
we can not get along ’till you’re dead, alright?
yeah, i might be living wrong and you dead right

[outro: chewiecatt]
caught you like a deer in the headlights, put you in the scopes, and i count your losses
got you with your pants around the ankles, said it’s on sight, bullet to vienna sausage
yo, sorry, that was messed up, words are just flowing like your blood, guess we’re leaky faucets
chewie, can you please just stop this? family friendly, turn away, kids, please, don’t watch this

- chewiecatt

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