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letra de nitebreed cypher - donnie menace

[verse 1: quez omega red]
h-lla out of pocket, i don’t stop it i just disrespect
say you pack a toolie, i got groupies that’ll cut your neck
moving with the crazies on the daily, sh-t they get a check
hot style, buck wild, will make a red leather flakes
product of the night i like everything that ain’t right
angry as f-ck, feelings get cut whenever they see the light
i got a f-cked up mind-frame boys be on ill
the type to tell your kids that jesus and santa isn’t real (no)
see the deal with me is i embrace the fact that i’m evil
but it’s cool though, the others and the creeps are my people
equal to none and h-lla done with that nice-guy act
you make the right move, the wrong look your chin’ll get cracked
now if yo b-tch say the right thing her cheek could get tapped
and that could be over her shoulder or under her waist
in any case if you ain’t f-cking with me give me my sp-ce
i’m on that other sh-t and also known to catch me a case
peep, i’m twenty-nine years old with a heart like coal
always had my neck froze but i still want yours
i’m a g that then got the next letter
if it means boxing up another n-gga it’s whatever cause i’m clever
i learned from the best and i live on the west
don’t wear a vest and only known for hitting over necks
if you want a check say some with mad disrespect
i can make you leave the set and sell your body on the net (no)
[verse 2: white cheddar]
your arms are too short to try and reach the top
i’m the kind of guy that most mcs are not
i won’t beg for support, i don’t need your props
just some weed and a twistededge beat to rock
this that grimy offensive nitebreed hip-hop
coast-to-coast making crowds do the cretin hop
say that “my-time” sh-t and i’ma clean your clock
that goes for anyone who say they got the scene on lock (no)
f-ck the rap game, i don’t play those games, i don’t say no names, i don’t stake no claims
how the f-ck are y’all managing to stay so lame?
you could pray all you want, your fate won’t change
i’m known for sparking grass and talking trash, spitting awful raps
i need some haters in my life, please call me wack
i’m disrespectful, never spit a single bar with class
i must be out my god d-mn mind to try and market that
i ain’t get in this to obsess over funds, i’m tryna eat but don’t wanna have to stress over crumbs
i ain’t getting money but i’m having plenty of fun
doesn’t matter that i look, act, and dress like a bum
i don’t care if y’all are loving or you hating this sh-t
i don’t care if y’all ignoring or you playing this sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck if no one can relate to this sh-t
i wrote this motherf-cking verse while i was taking a sh-t (no)

[verse 3: james joyce]
where’s my entrance cue, trumpets and drum rolls?
brought the sun host with hot sh-t got the dung thrown
stunned, woah, anybody in the front row, gung-ho, enigmatic fear the unknown
cloud my mind, but treason for the order
dealer sent his girl so i released the demon and i caught her
legs spread and ready, s-m-n streaming like some water
but like ed, edd and eddy i’m just scheming on the quarters (no)
the horror, fool i’m rotten to the aura
not stopping ’til cities burn like sodom and gomorrah
brains’ll vote, a sick and deranged assault, nothing personal
take these words and wounds with a grain of salt
better yet a handful or make it a pillar cause this what happens when the shadows reveal the face of a k!ller
always work, never staying still
squatch put a hurting on more toons than acme anvils
hotter than h-ll but still inside cold enough that once i melt yo b-tch ass you won’t solidify
been obliged to give ’em my sh-t to criticize
watch you set, switching sides as your rep minimize
all my creatures hover in the sky as you’re uttering cries as you get covered in the flies
it’s a d-mn breed song, get hit with p-ss and stomp
you getting stampede on
[verse 4: donnie menace]
face painted with the blood of a preacher and blood on my sneakers
from doing sh-t, the sheep are more disgusted than tweakers
catch me whipping with a dead cop in the trunk of a beamer, i’m twisted
slit my veins and i’m pumping out ether
listen to my music and it’s like you summoned a demon
i’m running with creepers that’ll take you bums to the cleaners
f-cking with me? you must have dust in your reefer
i spit fatalities, all punches like shiva (no)
this rap sh-t, i’m raping it like a b-tch without pepper spray
every day i make chicken stew out you featherweights
if i become a celebrity, watch how i celebrate
sh-t in katy perry’s ear, that’s how i defecate
rep the devil state, bringing the sin in the city, i’m sinister, gritty and really don’t give a sh-t if you dig me
bringing the wicked, leaving a mark like giving a hickey
y’all are fake ass b-tches, nicki and iggy
n-ggas fell off, but i ain’t giving no pity
for all i care, you could die a fiends death for living like whitney
n-ggas wanna try to leach off and eat off the work and sacrifices i made, get right out my face
son i do what i do and i’m doing it well
do what i want cause i do with i will
f-ck your life and what you really feel
i really try to keep it while you’re keeping it real
the fact remains that most will never be what i am
a creepy g*nius from the dark that’s mentally enlightened (no)

- donnie menace

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