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letra de idiots at a comic convention - darby o'trill

juggaholics b-tch
another certified jugg classic (devereaux)
real jugg sh-t

[verse 1: darby o trill]
you know what set that i’m reppin’
hatchet my choice of a weapon
magic don’t offer protection it gives a blade carving your lower intestines
why you be runnin’ your when you not doing sh-t that you talking about
i said i was down til’ i’m dead in the ground and i won’t switch up for no clout
you getting, i’m causing calamity all those who turning they backs on the family
p-ssy you won’t even handle me
you perpetrating your insanity
i put you in a box like a funko pop, the ops like to talk but it’s f-ck those frauds
i got the call from strife he said “the carnival provides” then i seen a tweet say “in an enemy has died”
know when it comes time that we eventually collide it will be you who’s soul is sent into the echo side
665 little b-tch you know the vibe pull up in the whip 6 thuggalos inside
hear the wicked sh-t bumping and you gon’ run and hide
we start stomping on your head leave footprints on your mind
wraith on my neck protect me from the disrespect
your b-tch front row at all our shows her neden drippin’ wet
this sh-t goes way beyond the charm that’s hanging off your neck
for you fraudulating pendejos there is nothing left
[chorus: darby o trill]
down forever, i’m forever down
down forever, i’m forever down
with a swing swing chop, chop
swing swing, chop chop, swing swing chop chop
(take me away, take me away)

[verse 2: sh-ggy the air head]
swing swing chop chop b-tch you need to stop stop
red light (skrrrt) hanging out the sunroof, pop pop
reaper gang b-tch and i don’t need a thing b-tch
my influence on you losers gonna leave you brainless
passed out on the pavement (swerve!)
down forever understatement
i don’t condone that f-cking lame sh-t (nope!)
yeah my style getting raided
you can have that, like a dressing room stay changing
motherf-cker clout, f-ck ya mother in her mouth
boy i been bout it bout it resume speaks for itself
i was born in h-ll, got my h-rns cut they started showing out
yo what’s up with all that candle blowing out
let a ninja shine was a diamond in the rough see that look in my eyes
i despise these guys tryna get up in my ride (p-ssy!)
homies down til’ they die watch your f-cking step
now you walking on ice
now you playing with your life
darby with the .45 shoot em’ in his f-cking nuts
ski mask off that’s when they realize they f-cked up
lazy and crazy on your hoodie then you know what’s up
later on tonight you b-tch i’m tearing up her f-cking guts
juffalo tears put a smile on my face
i don’t count up all the years i live this life day to day
stay in your place, you disgrace
f-ck you talkin’ bout a race
boy i’m outer sp-ce sleeping in the moons crates
[chorus]
down forever, i’m forever down
down forever, i’m forever down
with a swing swing chop, chop
swing swing, chop chop, swing swing chop chop
(take me away, take me away)

- darby otrill

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