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letra de eternal life - clay-doh the world destroyer

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verse 1

cuz i had up to here with this misery

and pain

i could take losses all year

and still report a gain

i could walk into a lion’s den
put clippers to they mane give em all a bald fade

see, we are not the same

this is not a game

got angels protecting me

demons doing my bidding

the devil invested in me

keeping me alive for a time that’s yet

to be seen

the ending gon be tumultuous, most

definitely

i can’t explain why clay-doh spit the

firе like a geyser

i can’t еxplain why the game treated
me like the messiah

i can’t explain why this b-tch out my league want me inside her

but i’ma

rise to the top like bubbles on apple

cider

you f-ckin with stryder

the empire, long been in the ruins

but it’s sure to resurface like the

waves in a typhoon is

sacred rites by bonfire with druids

you might construe it holy matrimony of heaven and earth

be where the truth is

i told y’all ama burn it to the ground
and i meant

if not for nothing more than the fact

that you’re against it

swimming pool full of blood

i dive in, i ain’t kendrick

never started the beef but ama finish

it

chorus
trying to pay my debts society wants my neck

signing the checks with blood

a treasure chest full of sweat my art is worth millions

costs the same as a breath

i’ll be givin y’all my best even it cost me my death

you can bet

it gon get better fore it get’s worse

f-ck the purse

i did it for the nookie, fred durst

i pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

puttin you in a he-rs-

i pick up the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

verse 2 (canibus) the edelman trust barometer

is a social thermometer

for the reason that we live like

communists

social credit system

i’m mr. sigma

male on a mission

don’t compare d-ck size with em

that’s why i’m winnin

mother f-ckers ain’t gon stop me

from livin

i do what i want, n—-

banzai

no time to die

dead men don’t get wifi

on the beach with boondocks and ta

tas
rhymes reindigeonize

but i don’t diss people this time

cuz love it still love, let’s rise

counter gentrify with a smile

wow

hip hop is nearly 60 years old now

chorus

trying to pay my debts

society wants my neck

signing the checks with blood

a treasure chest full of sweat

my art is worth millions

costs the same as a breath i’ll be givin y’all my best

even it cost me my death

you can bet

it gon get better fore it get’s worse

f-ck the purse

i did it for the nookie, fred durst

pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

puttin you in a he-rs- i pick up the mic with no gloves even

if it was cursed

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin you in a he-rs-

verse 3

cuz we just stuck in this game with no kind of guidance

no choice but to play blindly

and hope to find alignment

i would say it’s h-ll but then how

would i define it?

never heard from the oracle

all the psychics went silent (what the

h-ll?)
can’t seem to reap rewards without

the side kicks in a vice grip (unh)

all praise to god

i’m only livin out of spite cuz my

my papyrus: osiris haters don’t like it i’d have em all suck my d-ck but some of them might bite it (haanh) ama bring to the public them acts against god done in private (yeah) next time the fascists united i noticed they been dyin the reason god is smilin (ayyye)

i ain’t savin private ryan (f-ck that)

i would put my foot on they throat but

droppin faster than flies and that’s

chorus

trying to pay my debts

society wants my neck

signing the checks with blood

a treasure chest full of sweat
signing the checks with blood

a treasure chest full of sweat

my art is worth millions

costs the same as a breath

i’ll be givin y’all my best even it cost me my death

you can bet

it gon get better fore it get’s worse

f-ck the purse

i did it for the nookie, fred durst

i pick the mic with no gloves even if it

was cursed

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

puttin you in a he-rs-

i pick up the mic with no gloves even

if it was cursed

turns out i gain eternal life from puttin

you in a he-rs-

- clay doh the world destroyer

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