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letra de stfu - chris webby

[intro: merkules]
yo, stomp down k!llers forever
webby, what up?
windex, i see you
let’s go

[verse 1: merkules]
lately i been feeling like there ain’t no one as ill as i
first i make the music, then i made that sh-t an enterprise
this is dope money, you could say my name is escobar
k!lling all these rappers just became part of my repertoire
doggy, i’m a python, you’ll never compare
y’all are feminine, it’s evident i’ll end your career (yeah)
i put the smoke in the air tonight like i’m phil collins
i got the shakes like i’m withdrawing from pills often
and everywhere i go the sticks on me like i’m sid crosby
i got more heat that miami, i’ll f-cking chris bosh ’em
i’m psychopathic, i’m doing acid and driving backwards
every track that i’m rapping on is a fire hazard
so light the matches, ignite the g-sses, the final chapter
merk, windex and chris webby are just some hired -ss-ssins
a kamikaze with a loaded gun, wasted
smoking dust naked in a pickup truck faded
let’s go

[chorus: chris webby & merkules]
seen ’em all bluffing but they ain’t say nothing
cause these motherf-ckers not like me
yeah they seen their name buzzing
now they wanna start something
that is not likely
we don’t need no introduction
(motherf-cker)
better leave me be
shut the f-ck up when you talking to me
shut the f-ck up when you talking to me

[verse 2: chris webby]
i don’t vacation (nope)
i be in a lab on a free date
chicken fingers, lsd tab and a v8
rolling up the gr-ss, puff p-ss like a relay
ever since i used to say phat, with a p-h
mario and bowser combined
a cold blooded italian and i’m out of my mind
and listen, half of the time i’m so high
can’t believe my words actually rhyme
it’s autopilot, sitting back in recline
when i get a grammy i’ma only credit the squad
cause we been working too hard to share the credit with god
sh-t’s a h-ll of a job, spit flows and show dominance
pro novelist, no stopping this
drag ’em under like a hippopotamus and botswana this
rap god is sick, poseidon with the water drip
out the underground like i was found by archaeologists
all we do is mother f-cking body sh-t

[verse 3: lil windex]
every so often i get carried away
yo what’s this motherf-ckers problem, why he staring at me?
i swear to god that i’ma drop him, right there in his place
and toss his body in the coffin, he’ll get buried today
and merk comes over, he’s like, “windex chill
i think you’re off your rocker, you forget your pills?
cause you ain’t been acting proper and you can’t sit still”
man f-ck you, just p-ss the vodka, it ain’t no big deal
i’m ruthless, i’ll smash your woman and then i’ll smash your sister
and replace your dad’s spot in every family picture
i’m standing outside the aa while i’m slamming liquor
i p-ss people off just to ask them if they’re triggered
are you triggered? well i don’t give a sh-t, really
if a groupie wanna f-ck then she can get the big w-lly
if somebody want that smoke
i’ll tell them where the b-tch k!lled me
but don’t tell me to stop being a pr-ck, ’cause i still will be

[outro]
2003 sh-t
ct to canada sh-t
shut the f-ck up when you talking to me
yeah

- chris webby

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