letra de releasingallofmyanger. - drndrools
[intro]
disclaimer:
this song is about gutting n-ggas and potentially blasting n-ggas if necessary, so if you’re interested in this topic, stay
if not, you can dip
my brain keeps telling me release this track for some odd reason that i can’t pinpoint why
anyways, here you f-cking go
[chorus]
i castrate n-ggas for fun, mutilating these c-nts, i’ll inform everyone
gripping the blade in my back pocket ’cause i’m just waiting for these puny punks to f-ck up
don’t got a pistol, b-tch
if i had one i would clench on that pistol grip 24/7
i’ll aim that b-tch up like rick from, “the walking dead”
shoot at your dome to transport you to heaven
or h-ll, or whatever the f-ck is your preference
been itching to maim, you can tell from my presence
no k!llers, just me, it’s just me and my weapon
my trench knife, drenched in f-ggot blood as it sets in your guts, withdraw
expressing guilt as your penance is not enough to come and save you, forget it
i don’t give a sh-t about what you’ve repented
you know what
just for that
i’m bashing your head in
[verse 1]
uh
i spit quick, to get rid, then offend, the dimwits and the nigs who just can’t comprehend it
might say some sl!ck sh-t so swiftly, these sissies, they’ll copy my style and then study each sentence
zany and twisted thoughts fills up my writtens
n0body f-cks with me, they keep their distance
smart, because all of this
rage that is stored in my body, i’ll release it, k!ll in an instant
bullet proof vest won’t do sh-t if aim for your head, b-tch
deliver my bullet, a present of gratitude, judged by my attitude, peasant’s the mood that i’m in right now
cutting your brethren
crack in my system
dark dimwit in denim, black
gripping that axe, the ‘xact one that i use for f-gs
murder is art
i’m picasso with knives and darts
piercing through p-ssies to tear through their scary ass
aye, n-gga ’bout to burst
no inverse
you are trapped in this room with me, there is no room to flee
uh, you’re gonna get it worst
i’ve got more than one trick up my sleeve, not a single trick pony, b
uh, don’t take me for a coward, c-nt, burning homes, slashing f-gs, gripping mags, ‘xtended ones, sn-tching hoes
grab a foe by their throat
beat ’em senseless
then position their mouth’s up to curbs, then proceed to stomp
impale with daggers
f-ck
pull it back out and stab a f-ckboy in his bladder
no matter the time or place
his face is what i’ll erase
dump his f-cking body in the ocean without a trace
wash off the blood from my fingertips, l!ck up the blood from my crusty lips, d-mn it tastes f-cking good
carving a scoreboard up on my wrist, tallying up all my f-cking slits…
-wishing i f-cking could-
pull up with the motherf-cking strap
aim the gat at your back
c-ck it back, then i splat, any f-g that…
wants it, so come here and get it, been equipped with daggers and ‘chetes, that’ll rip a b-tch quick
sl!ck misfit
narcissistic niglet, who’s mission’s to earn my millions and then not even spend it. daft dimwit
steady talking ginormous sh-t
if you want some some beef, stand back, i’m slurping my spinach
pow, knock you b-tches out like popeye
if a n-gga really big, i stab his ass in the eye
in this skinny f-cking figure, there’s a demon that just lingers
blood dripping from my eyes, better hide, he’s inside
he’ll gut you like a f-cking pumpkin…
current mood is ruff and rugged…
happy thoughts will start to plummet…
plunging out the f-cking toilet ’cause i’m motherf-cking dumping…
[chorus]
i castrate n-ggas for fun, mutilating these c-nts, i’ll inform everyone
gripping the blade in my back pocket ’cause i’m just waiting for these puny punks to f-ck up
don’t got a pistol, b-tch
if i had one i would clench on that pistol grip 24/7
i’ll aim that b-tch up like rick from, “the walking dead”
shoot at your dome to transport you to heaven
or h-ll, or whatever the f-ck is your preference
been itching to maim, you can tell from my presence
no k!llers, just me, it’s just me and my weapon
my trench knife, drenched in f-ggot blood as it sets in your guts, withdraw
expressing guilt as your penance is not enough to come and save you, forget it
i don’t give a sh-t about what you’ve repented
you know what
just for that
i’m bashing your head in
[outro]
f-ck berry
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