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letra de nihilus - dkoolpharaoh

[intro: dkoolpharaoh & kaether]
oou, ayy, that sh-t kickin’ in
ayy, yuh (uh)
ayy, yuh (uh)
ayy, yuh (uh, bap, bap, bap)
ayy, yuh (uh)
ayy, yuh (uh)
yuh, yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy (uh)

[verse 1: dkoolpharaoh]
on foe n-gg-s swearing they ’bout taking lives
my inner thoughts yearning to tac ’em on sight
them hollows stay munchin’ like pac man’s lost cousin
i’m smeltin’ all n-gg-s that’s itchin’ to try
i’m strapped with them bullets and sh-lls like a plumber
i’ll port to your city like hayden from jumper
ain’t no way you dodging the bullets i chucker
and if that b-tch grazed then i’m hurling another
your birdies stay chirpin’ that you bounce with heat
you claim what they humming then sh-t point at me
you point while on safety, your stance getting shaky
my wolves get to sensing, they see the next feast
my gang skirt in tahoes to shoot runs with models
i’m talking ’bout wessons, that clear out the scene
if you really ’bout it, don’t duck from the scoutage
just take that shot like piccolo for the team
bang, bang, light a n-gg- out on some holocaust
body get to missin’ without wishin’, timmy turner’s lost
let the n-gg- get it ’cause he beg it like an auction cost
twenty-one, forty-one, vultures buzzing off his top
goofy n-gg- talk a lot, but he could not walk the talk
should of never had the thought, now he rolling on the lot
fold him like an auto bot, gave him all the shots we got
thraw, thraw, thraw, thraw, now we dippin’ out the lot

[interlude: dkoolpharaoh]
move, move, move, move, move. fourteen bogies, inbound. load the chopper. let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go. how we lookin’? c’mon, is it loaded? there we go, there we go. down, on the right, down, down, nice, down. over there, let’s go, let’s move over there, move out, move out

[verse 2: kaether]
f-ck with my legion, i might let off in this b-tch for no reason
i burn off heresy, fakers and treason
i am the god who could change with the season
so f-ck all your reasons, and no, i can’t stop it
she too outta pocket, she pop lock and drop it
i know yo b-tch ratchet, i tossed up the rock
and i dashed from the spot, if you talk like a jock
i’ll put holes in yo jacket
leave him all red like a beef ramen packet
his sh-t disclosed then i’m closing his casket
why they come back if they know that i’ve p-ssed them?
claim i’m below them, i know i surp-ssed them
act like a b-tch or as if you don’t have sense
boy, when we talk of your b-tch, it’s in past tense
boy, if i focus on that i won’t have sh-t
they call me “clank” ’cause i came with the ratchet
really don’t care what you think of me, i
really don’t care what you think of me, i
really don’t care what you think of me, i
really don’t care what you think of me, i

[outro]
mortis

- dkoolpharaoh

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