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letra de prince - d0c2ce

[chorus x 1]
i love life it’s the only thing that i can say
demons inside of me, can’t give em the time of day
so i’m goin hard in my steels toes everyday
f-ck it, either that or bury me my soul hybernates

[verse 1: d0c2ce]
packin heat in traffic
when i aim at ya head see ya shakin you f-ck
when i’m buried that’ll turn my whole statement to dust
divide conquerin your army i be breakin em up
i’m harder than that quiet man who be capin his tusks
don’t waste the bus the only channel for what i l-st
turn all ya bills to scr-p paper and ya coins to rust
ya fakes and bluffs i load the clip raise and bust
psych warin on the enemies wakin em up
i study daily open the mind and the training a must
i’m draining my guts so why ya b-tch hang on my nuts
you save these sl-ts amygdala in mind brain shrunk
u scared to rise to opposers me i can’t give a f-ck
i’ll be remembered when i’m dead there’s no changin that up
infamy is mine stop me when the racin is done
ima quoted great cuz my heart and anger pacin as one
you skinny sensitive tatted f-ggots can’t hate me enough

[chorus x 2]
i love life it’s the only thing that i can say
demons inside of me, can’t give em the time of day
so i’m goin hard in my steels toes everyday
f-ck it, either that or bury me my soul hybernates

[verse 2: d0c2ce]
f-ck you rap boys call me god, raisin the sun
barrel in ya ear leakin flesh, scr-pin it up
you’re deep in the frosting, man i see you cakin too much
i see somethin that i want i grab takin her love
makin a fuss? attention i aint payin enough?
you blamin me huh? well b-tch i’m well agin you runt
you can’t smell me betta unclog ya nasal, it’s stuck
i’m diggin in this life like p-ssy, you’re just gatin the c-nt
i do this sh-t for real coward, you just makin a stunt
don’t open the gates, i’m powered and my hatred is blunt
relaxed? that’s the reason that you wont be makin the cut
packin weapons yup, not givin or takin a f-ck
everything solid, i believe you’re always late for the shun
no response to it windbreaker, breakin the gust
psychopathic lackin empathy put grace in my strut
on my dead body i’ll be in the book so label it done

- d0c2ce

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