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letra de food for hungry hungry little rappers - dead on sight

[verse 1: nogoodnik]
playin’ every position you pullin’ for
so ahead i don’t hold the door
don’t speak my name, i’m voldemort
i’m foldin’ four figures, go figure got digits up in the britches
these b-tches simp for the snippets
these rags on me look like riches
hop out the pool to the booth, it’s not my attention or sk!ll
it’s gifts or i’m different, whatever flaunts my indifference
a bit of the better, my odds are one in a million
i’ll be the one with a million, i be the one on thе ceiling, i’m feelin’ myself
i come in likе “who the f-ck?”
i leave out like “how the f-ck?”
never seen a sweeter kid, best watch out for that sour punch
come and get your towers dunked, i posterize your posse
impossible what i’m positing
prolly want some pause and applause for all this posturing
pockets all but slobbering
not drawn in with offerings
watch nik build, no offerman
stacking costs to the roof, i need some time for a set
i need a job in the booth
i’m bouncing checks on a bet
i’m bouncing heads on the belt
i’m rolling heads on the deck
i’m rolling snakes on the two-up, on’t try to one up the best
smoke and mirrors, i’m just cheesin’ for the cam in my head
smoking mirrors, k!llin’ copies like i’m paper shredding
[verse 2: orchadia]
long lost denizen leading with no predicate
got a stick just to keep my dividends
tight grip your head where my sight is
silence seeing shadows, then it’s sirens
not to seem shallow but you my b-tch
hearing people talking while i’m reaching in their pockets
they be squealing to a pig, the sirens sounded so obnoxious
cop said to show your hands, it sounded like some nonsense
i’m reaching for the service weapon, can’t be cautious
dot, dot, dot-dot-dot, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t write sh-t down, i don’t got a single thought
i just say sh-t loud and i hope that it rocks
shawty just found out and she told me stop
missing visitation, i don’t even got a kid
i can’t grasp the situation, i don’t even give a sh-t
spreading misinformation, i stole this bar from nik
plagiarizing nik, the only way to make it stick

[verse 3: saint sleep]
and i always knew that i was better than the rest
but i know when nik’s around, i feel like i’m the second best
barely passed the school of rap and i was cheating off his tests
i was scared to hit the mic, he had my ass indoors like i was on a house arrest
invest in friends, the best decision you can make
you can steal their bars and then you rub it in their face
or ai generate yourself in first place
rap game built on the backs of deep fakes
swallow that with no chase
go ahead, try to make out words that i be saying
it’s all gibberish, so why you even listen anyways?
been about 30 seconds, haven’t shouted yet so let’s change that
got “i love trash” as a face tat
cookie monster snapback
2012 called, say they want all they swag back
go e-beg on mysp-ce
or whine about it on datpiff
you make me laugh like jack black
smell so bad, i need a hazmat
you want my ex, you can have that
dos, we get the last laugh

- dead on sight

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