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letra de purple gorilla freestyle - death kut

[intro]
finish him!

[call sign]
he is the creator and sustainer of all the worlds, whether those worlds are known or unknown to mankind

[intro]
yeah… yeah -lighter fl!cking-/
yeah.. on this m-th-f-ckin’ purple gorilla sh-t/
okay.. shout out to djfusion for the beat/
it’s m-th-f-ckin’ death kut -clears throat-//

[freestyle verse 1]
i pack a fat bowl of the grape ape/
and it’ll take your breath like it’s date rape/
call your mommy tell her make a playdate/
’cause this is my sp-ce time to vacate/
i do me all day like i m-st-rbate/
i grab your attention, they say that i fascinate/
it’s time to get on wit it, no time, procrastinate/
and i ain’t scared of n-ggas, come on try -ss-ssinate/
if that’s the case, you better make a deal/
’cause i’m worth a million dollars, i don’t take a bill/
let my actions do the talking, i don’t say i’m trill/
i can unleash apocalypse and break the seal/
they say that i’m arrogant and i think i’m just confident/
you don’t understand me ’cause you ninjas are incompetent/
every time i drop, they say i am on atomic sh-t/
i don’t really spit, i just open up and vomit this/
i am not like you, i just came here on a rocket ship/
i sit on a throne that is posted on a comet’s cliff/
f-ck the comet’s name, my home will remain anonymous/
i came here to hustle oh i mean be a economist/
uh, and you can suck my d-ck if you don’t bump my sh-t, ’cause my flow is the realest//

[intermission]
yeah… okay… how was that?/
wait? what the f-ck man?/
what you mean we still recording man?/
okay… do the whole beat? okay//

[freestyle verse 2]
don’t like this? you can kiss this pole/
kiss after kiss ’til the sh-t spits gold/
white gold shoots out of this p-ss hole/
tell ’em don’t stop ’til the sh-t gets old/
every time i see a hater, i cater on the sight/
got a whole buffet from potatos to the rice/
i’m a cruel mu’f-cker like i’m a vader on the white/
tell ’em p-ss this d-ck to the hater on the right/
i’ma do myself, f-ck whoever don’t like it/
whip the m-th-f-cka out and tell ’em suck my d-ck/
loco en cabesa, i ain’t even gotta write it/
i can see the f-cking future of you haters like i’m psychic/
i ain’t gotta say i’m real, it is what it is/
either slob on my kn-b or get wit the bizz/
have ’em all on my b-lls and my d-ck ’til it spits/
ain’t nothing, this b-tch, i’m sicker than this/
i’m like a psycho/
something like michael/
i cram a twelve inch blade in your eye ho/
and cut a new eyehole/
why ho? i know/
i just want to see you your blood climb slow/
out of our head into a slime hole/
in a fine a china bowl/
and then drink from your skull .. ’cause i’m f-cking sick!//

- death kut

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