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letra de the brude - donnie menace

[intro: james joyce – the squatch]
told you girl. take your ass off the sink if you don’t want that p-ssy to smell like dried toothpaste, you heard me?

[verse 1: james joyce – the squatch]
what the f-ck’s good? supply and demand, only the best filth
clients want quality cambodian breast milk, uh
i’m the motherf-cking man blown by these fresh milfs
while you on ice like a zamboni, the meth k!lls (d-mn)
yeah homie, all fishy as anchovies
back where i’m from, they package rum like bad roadies
official g*nius, smell like kush, know the stamp og
in h-ll with ice water so i am cozy
not complacent, menace, cheddar, and squatch take it
while you jogging in place instead of running the operation
n0body move, n0body feels growth
still wanted my support, you still hungry and still gross (still gross)
all those brought up playing games, no one’s made to win
favorite mentors become jaded off the greatest sin (uh)
see they ain’t worth a grain but i won’t make amends (yeah)
why put ’em on a shirt to watch ’em fade again?
f-ck his wife but that’s like s-x with a hamper
let go of the meat, i said no, don’t question the answer
i’m reckless with banter, no light left in this lantern
stories on project halls while upsetting the campers
can of worms opened, now scram herb (f-ck out of here)
knife handle sticking out your head like antennas and antlers
always hoped to be rich, prayers never been answered
so i stole they phone for cash app, collect it and transfer (transfer)
[verse 2: white cheddar]
knock, knock, knockin’ on satan’s door
this life of mine, yo, i couldn’t f-ckin’ hate it more
i’d gladly risk mine for the sake of claiming yours
wash your sh-tkickers off before you take the floor (take the floor)
nothing new, ain’t sh-t changed since the days of yore
the birds are chirping audibly until a raven soars
thought it was all a crock of sh-t ’til it came ashore
yo, we a triple threat, f-ck you acting fatal for? (fatal for)
you gon’ learn what really happens when titans clash
cheddar, squatch, and menace, listen up, the bad guys are back
talkin’ loud and out of school to a higher class
the snootiest of the bougiest of the whitest trash (whitest trash)
don’t even try to act, go ahead and stifle that
or i’ll provide a slap louder than a rifle blast (rifle blast)
your clown shoes ain’t endorsed by no psychopath
you about to buy the f-ckin’ farm and fertilize the grass
your baby mom, she a h-ll of an expired snack
wanna know how the b-tch learned to siphon gas? (siphon gas)
she got a dump truck, must have had the tires slashed
she’s always down for a train, she never hides her tracks (hides her tracks)
how the f-ck does your neck got a diaper rash? (diaper rash)
your jugular must be itching from you igniting glass
you know that feeling that you get when the vial’s tapped?
that’s how it feels for everybody that you smile at
[verse 3: donnie menace]
makin’ these b-st-rds suffer to a level that they can’t recover
stab them up and lay ’em down, i’m giving out acupunctures
i adapt to whatever obstacles in my path and crush them
eternally leave them in my shadows, michael jackson’s brothers
press the panic b-tton, i’m coming to attack and conquer
massacrin’ everyone in my sight like an active gunner
f-ck your lifestyle, you’ll get ripped, no brand of rubbers
this b-tterfly knife’s effect as it leaves you armless like ashton kutcher (ashton kutcher)
looking for someone to put in my trunk
the victim kicking to the beat make it looks like it’s bumped
my girl’s the only way i ever have been faithful
wicked but call myself a god ’cause even the devil was an angel
i’ll filet you up, hang up your dangling guts
make you bungee jump like slayer, son
i’ll have it raining blood ’til it floods the club
i’m blazin’ up radio stations that never bump my stuff
’til flames erupt, you think that kane is coming to f-ck you up (f-ck you up)
step in the ring and this man will end your living
bet i’ll split ’em whenever this handheld weapon’s slitting
catch ’em slipping, leave ’em in a landfill
headless, twitching, donnie menace, squatch and cheddar gangrel, edge and christian
pestilence is what my pen could bring to any audience
turning them all to creatures that can eat you like a zombie fl!ck
still ominous, summoning demons as accomplices
the warrens shall lock my rhymes in a museum from the conjuring (conjuring, conjuring)

- donnie menace

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