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letra de bleed - claas

[intro: claas]
dancing on the beat
yeah! lsp! let’s go

[verse 1: claas]
with claas back you motherf-ckers are done, ha
i eat cats like i’m motherf-cking mumm-ra
but i ain’t talking p-ssy like you dudes be (nah!)
all you d-ck n-ggas looking small like a new beat
so let’s go and hit ’em all with the wire bat
n-ggas askin’ us ’bout lsp like they got wire taps
but sh-t we ironclad, give ’em that iron fist
clizzle be k!llin’ it, to murder y’all my final wish
b-tch, y’all ain’t trying sh-t and i ain’t buying that
leave they bodies in the sewers with the dying rats
like where the mayans at? you know i bе pushin’ back
lex luger thesе n-ggas, put ’em all in the torture racks
i’ll attack, i’m ’bout to beat ’em thinkin’ i’m negan
i’ll leave ’em lying and bleeding, maybe i’ll kick they t–th in
repeat it on all the rest, cleaning ups is what’s needed
i mean it so think i’m bluffin’ and you’ll be seeing my demons
[pre-chorus: claas]
got to get ’em, i got murder on the mind
and i think it’s ’bout that time
leave a f-ckin’ body underneath the floor
i ain’t f-ckin’ with these rappers anymore

[chorus: claas]
let ’em bleed! they can all bleed from their neck
bleed from they wrists, bleed ’til they death
bleed! they can all bleed from they chest
bleed from that sh-t and i ain’t f-ckin’ done yet

[verse 2: claas]
yeah! i gotta give ’em something they can die to
that hard sh-t that you can’t even take a life to
that snuff sh-t that has ’em crying in a dark room
call me mr. blonde while i’m dancing making ’em shark food
ha! scream and bite the motherf-ckin’ curb b-tch
give that bird flip, start the purge as my words spit
hot sh-t, that k!ller give ’em that thriller
deliver that f-cking violence for dinner, i am a winner, n-gga!
so what you really wanna say?
when you’re down upon your knees and you’re begging me please to stay?
away ’cause you don’t really want to die today
ain’t no motherf-cking rewind, now we’re only pressing play
fast forward and leave you n-ggas destroyed
you f-ckin’ with lsp, then the troops are getting deployed (lsp)
so just avoid, it’s lyrical f-ckin’ snuff
we’ll torture the industry ’til it’s yelling it’s had enough
[pre-chorus: claas]
got to get ’em, i got murder on the mind
and i think it’s ’bout that time
leave a f-ckin’ body underneath the floor
i ain’t f-ckin’ with these rappers anymore

- claas

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