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letra de i'm on - coldheat

f-ck mate, i’m on all the time, like a stuck light switch
people turning me on, flipping my dong, till i start flinging my pitch
swinging blows, left right, master of the musical arts
resurrection for wiggas sitting alone playing mario cart
and all f-cking day i’m spending my free time rapping, either that or at girls place giving a c-ck slapping, so much i have to spend my whole cl-ss time napping, on the desk my dribble pool looks like niagra falls rapids
from an a to a d or a b to a c. you won’t hear no complaints from me, just let me be, let me go to sleep, i’ll only use numbers when i’m counting d-mn sheep. cause i stole them sheep like a little d-mn thief, crying in the corner there’s little boe peep. she’s a damsel in distress that i ain’t gonna save, like i give two sh-ts about a girl that doesn’t shave, it’s not worth it. then a yell and a shout and i start to wake up, shut her up by slapping off 5 pounds of her make up, on the floor, on the door, looks like god d-mn beauty store, i just created a double rainbow indoors, and at the end of the day ill still get her on all fours
cause i’m on, not turning off anytime soon, so d-mn unique i sp-wned from a f-cking cocoon, pull out all of my weapons start smoking a joint and i’m still shooting targets 100metres away on the point, the hookers give me money, the dealers give me cash, didn’t get the last payment so i started the hack and the slash. their just lucky i didn’t bring the chainsaw, i just don’t give a sh-t if the cops saw, cause ill take the lightbulb in the top of my head and retire them all to a hospital bed, think i’m joking? i won’t be maken a mockery, to look like half way up my -ss there’s a c-ck up me, cause i’m kidding, i did bring my big -ss chainsaw, i’ll cut through your ribs till i hit the d-mn floor, your lucky i didn’t stick it up the back door

graffitying on the walls, not responding to missed calls, sh-t some 9 year old kids robbing the local candy store. i’m not bad enough to k!ll or even bad to the bone, but the evil in my minds so huge it’s hitting overflow, though there’s one thing i can’t stand, those f-ckers with no hearts, the only thing they’ll tell you is the directions to the f-cking mini-mart. like i care to take orders from a pre p-b-scent teen that has worse life sk!lls than a 50 year old charlie sheen. it’s obscene, cause i ain’t takin sh-t when my light switch is getting stuck, you’ll be singing amazing grace if you even manage to squeeze a single f-ck, out of me
cause i’m on
not gonna take sh-t, giving sh-t or even fling sh-t away, cause if i do you’ll be sitting alone in a mountain load of shame, a.k.a. my sh-t. sucker punch hit, throw a fit take out my health kit and sterilise your blood clot with the white out from my big d-ck. lay you down on the floor, before the cops burst in like their in equator. before they get the clubs to me, i let them run out through the back door and out, lucky i was dressed as a matador. i run like steady gonzales to check on the body through my own crystal palace, and then i step on his neck, then start to hear a crack, as i look down i think that’s gonna affect his street cred, but what does he care, nothing, that’s right his dead. i decide not to hide body, know why?
cause i’m on

- coldheat

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