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letra de the 27 club - devon hendryx

[intro]
-bell chimes-
and we on…

[chorus]
welcome to the 27 club
and if i die before i wake, yeah
at the 27 club
i pray the lord my soul to take
welcome to the 27 club
and if i die before i wake, yeah
to the 27

[verse 1]
i’m jimi hendrix, baby i’m jimi hendrix
throw that p-ssy at me, i’ma take it if you lendin’
party hardly, never talk cop
and my tracks make these white hoes strip
n-gg- dead–ss, i love rap but i never buy the music
i just download it for free, then i talk sh-t
rhymin’s easy, anyone can do it
that’s why i say f-ck that new, i want that old sh-t
i’m all indie, baby, i love garbage
sling out wack tracks and pitchfork loves it
critic-core legend, certified b-tch-made
-sshole n-gg-s, thinkin’ they got the best taste
at 27, i’ma asphyxiate on my own bullsh-t
while i’m lookin’ for a fix
so f-ck a black fan, crackers make figures
’cause god don’t like ugly and no one likes n-gg-s

[chorus]
and if i die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take
and if i stunt before i front
i pray the lord just give me what i want
and if i flash before that cash
i pray the lord give me all of that
and if i ain’t rich before 26, well f-ck (uh)
i hope they let me in the 27 club

[verse 2]
i’m lemmy kilmister
i ain’t dead yet but with this wart on my face
i think i got aids (ew)
i sing like a frog, i’m a closet racist
and that triple hd make these virgins worship me
i hate rap and everything about it
back in b.c., i had 6 on the powder
we had a contest, see who could scream louder
do i gotta tell you that i won? (yeah, i won)
i’m a p-ssy -ss n-gg- (word)
grown -ss kid, when devon catch me
he gon’ f-ck my b-tch
imma run like h-ll, probably might go snitch
because i can’t take people talking that sh-t
overk!ll, n-gg-
burnt up bridges
louie, louie, louie, you ain’t got no cl-ss
i hope i get ‘fo you time p-ss
so when i catch you at the grammys, imma get up in yo -ss

[verse 3]
they call me kurt cobain, i don’t like fame
i strum guitars, i snort cocaine
i am one f-cked up n-gg-
the earth is my bedroom, the sky is my mirror
and i look up in that b-tch like er’day
smile to myself and thank god i’m paid
because i could be like you, a keyboard warrior
youtube confessin’ in the comment section
d-ck gettin’ hard off a thumbs up blessin’
and when you get ignored
it’s like, “f-ck, now i’m stressin’!”
i took the high road
instead of bein’ the n-gg- that talk sh-t
i’d rather be the n-gg- that walks it
hop, skip and jump ’cause i’m rich as h-ll
stick to the script like an actor
but i don’t play no roles, i’m hip-hop’s death note
i’m k!llin’ off every single f-ckin’ blog rapper, b-tch

- devon hendryx

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