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letra de massive moron mode - darby o'trill

[intro]
devereaux!

[verse 1: darby o’trill]
underneath the moon find me running with the hatchet
mane it’s chapter 17 until i’m laid inside the casket
wrap my chain ’round the urn if i’m turned into ashes
no days off around here, we staying active
i ain’t got no time for no f-ck sh-t or fakery
i’ma rep my set until the day the wraith is taking me
i need to get my bread, i’m about to rob the bakery
this ain’t track 10 on ajb so do not play with me

[post-chorus: darby o’trill]
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)
[verse 2: darby o’trill]
i wish i could see your face as you stabbed me in my back
all it took was a little clout to show me where your heart was at
driven by your ego, i refuse to be a part of that
i’ma break you down, you ain’t hard, you crack like shards of glass
little b-tch you talk a lot but you never sayin’ much
i will not be fooled by all the bullsh-t you are making up
you act like you one of us, i can see you fake as f-ck
you realize that you can’t be down and that’s when all the hate begun
pull the stitches out your pieces, watch your fake ass fall apart
mr. big shot but n0body knows who the f-ck you are
you are not a superstar, you are not the main event
fake it ’til you make it, made an enemy out of your friends
i don’t keep no little bros in my clique
only hang around shooters who take aim and don’t miss
see your whole gang full of losers, y’all softer than sh-t
you’re freaking me out, all counterfeit, b-tch

[chorus: darby o’trill]
counterfeit! you can miss me with that f-ck sh-t
counterfeit! put the gun down, you won’t buck sh-t
counterfeit! you’re a fraud, motherf-cker, you’re a fraud motherf-cker
you’re a fraud, motherf-cker, you’re a
counterfeit! you can miss me with that f-ck sh-t
counterfeit! put the gun down, you won’t buck sh-t
counterfeit! you’re a fraud, motherf-cker, you’re a fraud motherf-cker
you’re a fraud, motherf-cker
[post-chorus: darby o’trill]
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)
no f-ck sh-t here mane, there ain’t no f-ck sh-t here (no f-ck sh-t here!)

- darby otrill

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