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letra de good news - cult of the damned

[intro: tony broke]
welcome to the church
(don’t f-ck with me laa)

[verse 1: tony broke]
whack rappers get threw off the stage with bronson action
force a crowd surf bleeding, no one to catch him
mic stenched in, drenched in vocal excretion
fake beefing, another b-tch you tend to seek in
bag of disillusional d-ckheads, superficial
one dimensional, can vouch for unofficial
i’m unimpressed they get the time and whistle
a boot up the -rs- with a straight red dismissal
sparce delivery with those, basic bars
assume the status, of celebritiеs and stars
ego, feeding itself like a glutton
weirdo, flеxing with wealth like it’s suttin
no (?) self appeaded and not needed
on any scene kid
like a pig, you’re getting bleeded
in my abattoir with stamina
for all the sh-t and hopeless
(?) for you bogus hopers
onus is on you to let it go before i let it go
i neck a bevvy with bizzies in toe
[verse 2: bang on]
jewels dropping like flies, b-tterfingers with the gems
scuba diving in shark infested waters, yet i come up quick and got the bends
‘ard as nails getting hammered
i was drinking rbl with the bagheads
saying i be there in like five minutes with the seventy nines, pure rapid
smashing birds ’til i’m knackered
smashing birds ’til i’m flacid
enemies we attack ’em, shadow tailor in the slammer
two faced, he got battered
so you better mind your manors
crew of sh-t hard rappers, better off writing ballads
(?) like a challenge
make me own rules, broke ’em
blatantly going through the motions
raised with the old school and show it
crazy hoping you would notice
get in trouble when i prove it
everyone knows i’m a c-nt
tw-t but you fell in love with me, you’re stupid

[bridge: king grubb]
i ain’t got what you want but i might have what you need
it’s that king grubb st–z with the big bag of weed
and i get high indeed
[verse 3: king grubb]
yo, uh yeah
strap a fight with the cops chasing
i just wanna say stop hating, you’re not (?)
brick peli, big belly heavy hitter
drive by your fifth floor apartment on a cherry picker
now let me paint a picture like henry ritter
hit you with a printer on some eddie hitler
nothing short of amazing, stating the obvious
a god in this since the gate in the apocalypse
very influential, oligarchy
breaking bread with foreign parties
blazing zeds, chopping charlie with a cleaver
none religious but i’m not malicious either
a poor teacher, stupid foolish wise intelligent
rough and tumble in the concrete jungle, riding elephants
motivational food for thought, life’s irrelevant

- cult of the damned

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