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letra de bane - d12

[hook: mr. porter]
the devil out to get me, moving pretty fast
head on collision, i’m tryna avoid the crash – (pain)
i’m running from my past – (bane)
that’s why i wear the mask
this blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash
you don’t get the picture, it could be going to flash – (pain)
i’m running from my past – (bane)
that’s why i wear the mask

[verse 1: mr. porter]
hope you bought a package of kleenex (yeah)
package the rejects (yeah)
actually it’s a fact that we shack in the p-jects
naturally a rat pack will attack cheese (huh)
that’s why i’m in yellow and green
may i tap, trap all these (uh)
no i don’t trust these hoes, n-gg- (uh)
say they love you for you then turn into gold digger (bane)
what the f-ck you ask me for a dollar for?
shooting the gym? i ain’t ballin’ ho
what i look like, any baller you know? (bane)
yup, shots fired, callin’ it kettle
black sh-t turned the pot higher
keep trying to sell me a smile, but i’m a hard buyer
keep sh-t movin’ like a car tire
what you want a necklace
i’ll make you a chain out some barbed wire

[hook]

[verse 2: swifty mcvay]
i got his earth on my shoulders, real life for rappin’
if you threw the planet at me i’d headb-tt it and crack it
on another tax bracket and i been cleanin’ my house
but my old habits are in the attic, i’ll pull ’em out
and keep reminding y’all you ain’t got it all
devil keep pulling me by the drawers
not at all amazed at these haters
you’ve seen my catalog
speaking and we keep flying over ’em like a cannonball
think i’m this comical, swag follower
just rhyming over beats
while these leakers suckin’ all of us off (h-ll no)
still got your mama covered in vomit in my cellphone
y’all really got me f-cked up
what you mixin’ up in that cup?
what the h-ll you sprinkle in that blunt?
.44, make him sober up

[verse 3: bizarre]
i got an addiction to all these prescriptions
need an intervention, someone to listen
catholic or christian, f-ck your suspicions
(b-tch! gimme my molly and stop b-tchin’!)
turn it up (turn it down)
i be blowing on half a pound
p-ss it around and p-ss it around
merry go-round, merry go-round
she say she love me, but this b-tch is ugly
(sh-t, you ain’t even know it)
i’mma still let her f-ck me

[hook]

[verse 4: kuniva]
they say the devil is a liar
n-gg- don’t worry ’bout that loud mouth
bumping his gums and babbling
watch for them quiet n-gg-s
on the real, you should come ride with us
crew full of riders; optimus
my back, seems like you got your facts all crossed up, no swastikas
fadin’ in and out of my consciousness
tryna fight this feeling i’m conjurin’
that’s why i wear a hat so low with a mask
really feelin’ like the lochness
no bullsh-t, these b-tches are more grimy
doing a n-gg- real slimey
had my little homie stretched out, death untimely
need i remind me? hold up
yo, don’t get doped up
heard rumors that n-gg-s wanna clap at me
well actually, i was just over there
n-gg-s ain’t really do jack to me
that’s why i keep this mask on, straight face
only thing that’s missing is my [?] get my runyon ave soldiers

[hook]

- d12

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