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letra de bad boy - claas

[verse 1: claas]
yeah
leave the bodies on the floor just lifeless
look at the look on they face, it’s priceless
look at the way i display this license to k!ll everybody mind, this sh-t’s isis
look at my iris, you can see that they’re christless
know that you don’t wanna try this
my sh-t’s a virus that doesn’t carry a bias
just i am dope as a line sniff, ha
snort it up, b-tch, i misfit in the sh-t but my work is sick enough to put a motherf-cker in the dirt
nick k!lls everybody, let ’em die and tuck the curtains
ha! for certain that they’re hurting
arteries cut, sure thing they be squirtin’
smirkin’ as i’m working, got me lurking
now i’m stalking victims so their death is what they’re flirting
on the road swerving full bottle of bourbon
bumping, master p ghetto d (heard me)
incision like a surgery
pretty soon every motherf-cker that’s living will say they’ve heard of me
unless they’re dead, yo
got feds trying to take me out the dead zone
but i’m still steady trying to open up a head though
big clizzle crazy sh-t i am skitzo, yeah
[chorus: demi demaree]
better want ’em on the street, we some bad boys
chop you in pieces, now you’re meat on the slab, boy
it’s raining bullets, better run from the mag, boy
claas got the stash, we some certified bad boys
we gonna rally ’em
even if they pockets full of valium
ain’t n0body sleepin’ once they gettin’ off for telling
bury me a g, nah, bury me an alien bad boy
claasie and the pinecone
smoking on grown in the catacombs
tellin’ the planet goodbye
mayday, mayday, all you die

[verse 2: claas]
yeah, run around like a madman
doc said “ha, that i need a cat scan”
when i was born it was madness
jets was attracted to the death like a magnet
felt the attraction looking for the k!llings like a magnet
tryna be the sickest on the planet
giving them the savage
gotta go and shred ’em like their cabbage
f-ckin’ lives hangin’ in the balance but look at me now mom
sh-t ain’t you proud mom?
i made a name for myself, a corral law
i am their downfall, they know i am bad for their health
but they ain’t gonna stop me, ain’t a victim that i’ve had that’s ever got free
i’m at top speed, when i get ’em they cannot flee
k!ll the whole crew, h-rns up, b-tches motley
so time to make ’em lay down
call it water guns when i go and spray rounds
just me, don’t need a posse like insane clown
it’s not a game but leave ’em buried under playgrounds
let’s go! k!ll ’em all, k!ll ’em all
tie ’em up, dragging all their bodies down the hall
i will not fall, too much precision involved
i’m just getting started with y’all
ha!
[chorus: demi demaree]
better want ’em on the street, we some bad boys
chop you in pieces, now you’re meat on the slab, boy
it’s raining bullets, better run from the mag, boy
claas got the stash, we some certified bad boys
we gonna rally ’em
even if they pockets full of valium
ain’t n0body sleepin’ once they gettin’ off for telling
bury me a g, nah, bury me an alien bad boy
claasie and the pinecone
smoking on grown in the catacombs
tellin’ the planet goodbye
mayday, mayday, all you die

- claas

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