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letra de without me (cover) - doctor rion.

[intro]
two ratchet little girls go round the outside
two ratchet little girls go round the outside
guess who’s back… back again… rion’s back… tell a friend
guess who’s back… guess who’s back…

[verse 1]
i’ve created a monster, but i disposed of the brain in trashcan, so, my man, what an odd stir
of events in the last december, dated a cute girl, but i said, screw gifts, and didn’t have any to send her
what a d-bag i am, so please remember who you’re messin’ with or talkin’ to, mi amigo, comprender?
my life has enough footage to render forever, but frankly, my life is too darn good to even end here
and i… got enough hops to offend beer, so all the courts will be so empty without me near!
just listen to all screamin’ without me here… hear the silence? without me, there is no fear!
if i scare ya’ll on a daily basis, imagine how i am with halloween faces, gettin’ sprayed by ladies in macy’s
with large cans of maces, call security, now looky here, there are no traces
of a trash talking, flash walkin’, kate and ash stalkin’ weird occurrence of unnecessary
without me, the world feels so empty, so why don’t i fill it up usin’ a bag of hefty
now get up, and dance to this beat, but only try and use your left feet

[hook]
now this looks like a job for me
so everybody, just follow me
cause we need a little, controversy
cause it feels so empty, without me
i said this looks like a job for me
so everybody, just follow me
cause we need a little, controversy
cause it feels so empty without me

[verse 2]
reincarnation of the batman, but i like kitties, so call me catman, either way, i’m black with cats, so you can call me that man, anything but fat man fits, and if that hand fits in the mitts, matter fact my mitts, don’t wear it
only i can rock it like i do, cause i blast off, you bunch of dry fruits, never got along with y’all dudes
never ballin’ on the court, yanno, uh, kinda like mall foods
lemme… sit back and spit stupid similes in my black cap, you chickadees, my songs are remedies
chillin’ in the back over the rim of these-
-gasp- stop! it ain’t hammer time, but ya’ll know the drill, non-k!llin’ villain
but i’m chillin’ in the back like a pill and, never used the word “trillen” cause i’m crackin’ uncrackable unsellable syllables
then again sellin’em silly unwitting fitting things… if that makes sense, i jotted’em down without thinkin’ anything
because for me, thinking is messy, i act before thinkin’, i p-ss before testing, i’m “enter resting”, i nap before attending, i’m not saving you, i’m just infesting, yeah

[hook]

[intro]
nanananana
lalalala…(etc.)

- doctor rion

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