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letra de know bout me - dre knox

[verse: dre knox]
you ma’af-ckers clearly don’t know who the f-ck it is you’re rocking with
a rotten kid, with k!lling as his objective
i’m positive, i’m like the teen pac or big
don’t like this sh-t? then you f-ggots can suck my d-ck
do not resist, been this way since i was born
day one i choked the mid-wife with umbilical cords
kick in the doors of the sick while they sit in their wards
sh-t in the tennis courts while i walk, listening to lorde
i’m feeling (royal)
these other rappers got me steaming like the kettle was boiled
putting mc’s in their place – in the back of museums
it’s greener on the other side it’s why i’m back in new zealand
god cleanse me from my sins cos you know there are more to come
and where the angels at? i do believe i ordered some
sleeping on em like they posturepedic
they saying they the best out gotta see it to believe it
i don’t..

[hook: dre knox]
the roof on fire, let it burn slow
set the booth on fire when my verse cold
i, ugh, never been one to boast
but we doing it the most
looking like you saw a ghost
heard your sh-t and you sounding like a hoax
the last of a dying breed
ay, ay what you know about me?

what you know bout me, what you know bout me
what you know bout me, what you know bout me
not a m-th-f-ckin thing, not a m-th-f-ckin thing
not a m-th-f-ckin thing, not a m-th-f-ckin thing
x2

[verse: dre knox]
i’m in it for the war, ain’t no way i’ma truce
i’ll fire middle fingers if you choose to shoot me a deuce
just because i’m samoan don’t mean you call me your uce
pac may be gone but the game ain’t outta juice
these new rappers better go and throw the towel in
b-tch i’m blood thirstier than giovanna plowman
how can i “k!ll sh-t” and still be a rookie?
call me a “mean f-cker” just cos i’m a d-ck to these p-ss-es
roam the night in a hoodie just to give snookie a noogie
i’m blowing up over night like –
if you slip b-tch i’ll twist your wrist til it clicks
and kiss your lips with my fist, just like a victim of chris
follow roads to the pot of gold, man i don’t know..
would i go mainstream without selling my soul?
could i trick the devil cos he’s gullible?
i ain’t sold, so get it through to your hollow skulls
yo

what you know bout me, what you know bout me
what you know bout me, what you know bout me
not a m-th-f-ckin thing, not a m-th-f-ckin thing
not a m-th-f-ckin thing, not a m-th-f-ckin thing
x2

[verse: kon]
now i don’t know why they listening if they call me belligerent
listen this is not a game to have illiterate’s littering
’bout to, have every p-p-p-p-p part of you shimmering
still delivering the k!lling, dillinger with adrenaline
feeling like i’ve been given some ritalin when i flow
driven to use my pen again as penicillin to foes
creating, more disc then mr. krillin’ could throw
while tryna see the top ten like the letterman show
been thinking it’s, real nice
and you know what it feels like
when real life
i’m still tryna settle the deal rights
before i see the envelope signed and sealed tight
delivered to somebody who don’t know ’bout me
man i swear you should focus what yourselfs been doing
i’m self-influenced, so you don’t wanna help to ruin
just what i’m, out persuin’, so sit back and embrace
put the belt around your waist and quickly slam on the brakes

what you know bout me, what you know bout me
what you know bout me, what you know bout me
not a m-th-f-ckin thing, not a m-th-f-ckin thing
not a m-th-f-ckin thing, not a m-th-f-ckin thing
x2

- dre knox

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