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letra de the punisher - claas

[verse 1: claas]
yeah! claas! rah! yeah!
see me standing in all black, skull grey-white (yeah!)
frank castle in my blood, so i just might (yeah!)
light up the fourth of july with these fireworks (ha!)
always major, i ain’t never did no minor works (let’s go!)
so look at ’em now, all of ’em dead on the ground
clizzle’s be putting ’em out (blow!)
all of ’em down when i come into they town, punish ’em, leave ’em for chow (yes!)
for dogs on the prowl, now they will never be found
in-n-out circus of clowns (hahahaha, clowns, clowns)
time to go give ’em the rounds, talking headshots (time to diе), f-cking dead clocks
families in mourning ’cause i lеft ’em redder than red socks (yeah!)
on that boston bruins bear sh-t
been eatin’ average rappers, now it’s time to go leave they hair split (blow!)
marvel at my daredevil sh-t, devilish
never slip once the mission’s set i will take care of it (care of it, care of it)
i am prepared for this (yeah), punishment’s (yeah) my happy (yeah) place and i don’t need no therapist (ha!)
[chorus: claas]
two guns on my hip (two guns on my hip)
coat on, load the clips (coat on, load the clips)
they’ll see that white skull in their nightmares
all they hear is i’m the motherf-cking punisher
and i will motherf-cking punish ’em
lay ’em all down like the setting sun
they don’t really want it now
guns drawn like the wild west
goldberg, i’m like who’s next?

[verse 2: claas]
yeah!
i’ma get ’em all so i put some traps down (yeah!)
singing tech n9ne (cha), who do i catch now? (ha)
let these bullets meet the flesh of their chest, i’ll
expect nothing less than their death smile (smile, smile, smile)
yeah, this is the end
plotting revenge, truth’s coming at ’em so vicious that you know they gotta defend (yeah!)
antihero that’s militarily minded
leaving these people blinded by grime that is my climate
see i’m providing these cemeteries with clients
they’re hidin’ but i give ’em watts when i spark riots (brra!)
my mind’s inclined to twine necks
behind ’em i’m vexed, a lion digests
the iron 9 tecs provide ’em that neck
align the spine next
to die, i digress
big times, if so, time to hit ’em with that bang
i’m insane, look at me burning ’em all with the flame
strikin’ em down when they claim they are the main
they are not running the game, unloading these clips in they frame
leaving ’em leaking out stains, do it again, then again and again
make ’em remember the pain when i’m on the tracks i’m a train
k!lling is never in vain, the blood in my veins boiling over with rage (hahahaha)
madness infecting the brain
[chorus: claas]
two guns on my hip (two guns on my hip)
coat on, load the clips (coat on, load the clips)
they’ll see that white skull in their nightmares
all they’ll hear is i’m the motherf-cking punisher
and i will motherf-cking punish ’em
lay ’em all down like the setting sun
they don’t really want it now
guns drawn like the wild west
goldberg, i’m like who’s next?

- claas

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