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letra de shooters - cody manson

[intro: cody manson]
stir crazy!
nowadays everybody claims that they got some shooters
f-ck a fake friend–
yeah! look!

[verse 1: cody manson]
i never said i was a k!ller but there ain’t no saying what i won’t do
especially with some f-ckboys in the studio who tryin’ to sneak diss off of pro tools
not knowin’ that i’m really ’bout it (no)
so when i see ’em, i’ma see about it (oh no)
i’m a semi catchin’ bodies ’til i put the pistol in his mouth and told ’em keep my name out it
b-tch, i entertain violence, i belong in an insane asylum
a war child, i had anger problems (aaargh!)
started writing raps to release the rage inside me
that’s about the samе time that i became a goblin
hit up onе hundred l!cks and never froze up (nah!)
been in the interrogation room and never told
was eleven years old when i learned how to roll blunts
it’s a cold world, learned quick i had to grow up (facts!)
you say you got them choppers, i ain’t worried ’bout it (nope!)
say you caught a body, i ain’t heard ’bout it
now my homie f-ck your girl, she don’t say a word about it (hahaha!)
takin’ all your money, you don’t say a word about it
you smell like p-ssy when you walk in the room
bumpin’ my own sh-t, f-ck what you listenin’ to
dug myself out the gutter with no silver spoon
reportin’ from the trenches to your living room (reporting live)
am i a criminal? obviously, convicted felons still keep it outside of me
am i on chemicals? probably constantly high ’cause i’m fightin’ anxiety
b-tch you a bomb who flyer than anakin
got h-lla pants and designer pants, mixed up both ways like an anagram
i am a shooter, no cameraman
f-ck calling your mans, better off calling an ambulance (ambulance)
[chorus: cody manson]
nowadays everybody claims that they got some shooters
f-ck a fake friend, so many snakes at my head i feel like i’m medusa
don’t take my kindness for weakness, don’t let my humbleness fool ya
got the thing loaded, you come any closer, i’m sendin’ them shooters

[verse 2: claas]
yeah! i’ll lift you off of your feet
a shooter, i’m curry, i’m shootin’ from deep
see everyone we got, they’re talkin’ like kings
but you’re lucky i’m nice, it’s the reason you breathe
all y’all are fakin’, i knew it
i hate the whole world, see my anger is fluid
and what i’ma do when i see you all movin’ is loosen you up while them bullets abusive
this is that f-ck ’em up music, keep f-ckin’ with me and your life, you will lose it
ha! ’cause i’ma go through and the minute i do it, your whole life is ruined
you f-ck with my brother and we gon’ get gutter
i’ll make ’em all suffer, this family go dumber
it’s manson and clizzle, i ain’t f-ckin’ stutter
the guns just be banging like college band drummers
let’s give ’em that slumber (i love it), y’all will be buried in mud
i’m a gravedigger and love it (l’s up!), this is that summer of blood (no!)
this is them l’s up above (yes!) and we ain’t showin’ no love (rah!)
take all the air out your lungs (hah!), now it’s just rainin’ out slugs
y’all gon’ be rolled up in rugs, this is the point where you run (rah!)
guess it just was what it was, now y’all fodder for bugs
[chorus: cody manson]
nowadays everybody claims that they got some shooters
f-ck a fake friend, so many snakes at my head i feel like i’m medusa
don’t take my kindness for weakness, don’t let my humbleness fool ya
got the thing loaded, you come any closer, i’m sendin’ them shooters

[outro]
when i pull up bustin’ you ain’t got no choppers
you ain’t got no shotta, shotta, shotta

- cody manson

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