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letra de skip this track - delinquent society

[verse 1: mellow marc]
i’m not nice like i’m michael myers
i’ma f-ck you up with a pair of pliers
this sh-t ain’t good so you better stop it
throw it in the dump and f-ckin’ stomp it
album sucks, like a b-tch
no weight at all, like a stick
you can’t get on it, like you tryna hitch
i’ve shown you what i’ve got like i’m rick
i’m trash, i’m a piece of sh-t, i need cash (need cash)
no food to eat so i ate the beat three times a day and p-ssed (and p-ssed)
i’m the type of kid with no gas (no gas)
you the type of kid who’s g-ssed (who’s g-ssed)
you better sit, stop acting neat, ’cause life ain’t sweet and that’s facts (b-tch)

[verse 2: aud]
now skip this track, won’ flip these back (what?)
n0body wanna hear about disney raps (okay)
i’m a freak on the record like a ripley act (yeah)
you better see them stats, before you see me spazz (now)
better give a f-ck, aphrodisiac (d-mn)
i don’t feel the support from all of you f-gs
or else motherf-ckers don’t give me daps
go lift these bags, start listening fam now
bow down, break it down, spit flames like dhalsim (dhalsim)
mix it up like holcim (yeah)
bruh we stone cold like austin
combo like malone and stockton, hoopin’ in the garden (what?)
triple-double like i’m harden
just playing possum and you thought that we lost it
but we awesome, our statues that we carvin’
f-ck your support bro, we still starving cuuuuz..

[verse 3: fusr]

f-ck this sh-t! i need a break, to stop on things i cannot make
like rap on stage then getting paid, the chains i wore on sway was fake!
got bad bars and a wack flow, but some people still hear me out
i’m a young kid and i act old, don’t care what you say i’m smiling now
man, f-ck what you think of me, f-ck you if you think there’s a inner me
one, two, three, four rapper enemies.. mm.. mm.. ds are you feeling me?
so you… supporting local music, i don’t really care about it
you could k!ll yourself or something i don’t give a f-ck about you
but wait… i think that i am the greatest, i just do not think that i am the best
i just do nothing, they’re banging their heads
i am confused, i do not understand
man i should stop all the bullsh-t, the rapping
the things that i want, now i’m making an action
i’m throwing the garbage, now rap ain’t my p-ssion
i’ll run away home and i’m changing my fashion
so hate all you want now you got what you askin’ for

[verse 4: contemplate]

never listen to us
we just all locals
we should stop believing
we don’t have achievements
we’ll keep fighting our demons
morning to evening leaning
through our mistakes we learning
yeah i know god that we learning (woo!)
all the motherf-cking people out here
saying our songs make no sense, f-ck that sh-t (f-ck that sh-t)
we’ve been the realest
we’ve been in the jungle full of gorillaz
we’re all hungry like a pack of hyenas

but honestly you don’t sing our songs cause we’re some “trash” rappers, yeah, skip this track

- delinquent society

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