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letra de the spider verse - dylan andre

light em up
light em up
light em up
yeah
i warp bodies
i don’t need a facetune
call it a hobby
you and your crew can play too
i’m ricky bobby
taladega erace you
like you be dobey
can’t escape the blade through
nothing’s searing the best
torching my lighter works
cuts bring heroes to death
force em to ride a he-rs-
gus fring i’m cutting
leaving the driver merked
sling lyrical webs like there’s four of me on this spider verse
i might exert my anger oh i’m a jerk
spiked alphabet soup choking i bite a word
i shall obey you? no way no i’m disturbed
like dahmer paralyzing your spinal nerves
spit up in the air ooh ah my fire works
pop up on the scene marines on high alert
level cruise no top gun batman i ain’t done
born hungry to rule attila i’m the hunter
buck, the shotgun stock there isn’t one
sawed off jigsaw appendages to none
play games i aim strays give em dis temper
sealed checks i’m on wax l!cking these letters
see a pointy eared shadow pop up on the wall
king of gotham stoppin em all
how you clouting like you’re getting sh-t
when a man’s gotten em all
poppin em off dead shot rocking your jaw
superman down eyes green like they made out of kryptonite
i shine bright vamps locked in they crypt tonight
take your first born out of they crib tonight
snap a black and white out on the bridge tonight
sending messages like isis
bl–dy thumb prints when i type this
got you froze up throat tight sh-t
what the f-ck you think you gonna do with that ice pick
mercury fallen to negative fahrenheit sh-t
frozen pipe solid ice can’t bite this
real name no gimmick on that obie trice sh-t
ice hits a slight drip to a spike tip
ice sickle in my five grip here to reap sh-t
jt d-ck in a box but on some reek sh-t
dog meat sh-t you gettin eat sh-t
i am the king of the north
bend the knee b-tch
taking over philly like i’m on that meek sh-t
any rapper tryna stoke fire smoke’s free b-tch
i’m the judge and the jury ain’t n0body goin free sh-t
sentence you to death with these sentences i freak sh-t woo
sam and dean go wendigo where he go gotta feed sh-t
budden on migo’s see me go i’m a different breed sh-t
peek in the peep hole these people don’t know how to treat sh-t
machete out the sheath sh-t
trickin and treatin these beats now i’m on your street sh-t
rhyme illegal a needle in your pee hole that boy evil
pumpin’ lead in like lennon flowin bigger and better than every beatle like jesus
ya boy’s heated for no f-ckin reason
you tryna poke the bear? get your poker
i’m dropping pounds of flesh like al roker
i got a royal flush
in fact i’ve got the whole deck
with my hi hand smacking you upside the head
f-ckin you up is something that i’m all for
taste the aces baby i’m gripping all four
teeing off on these rappers yeah all fores
have you begging for your life you on all fours
who can nip it in the b-tt who be on my level
very few try to bury i’ll leave you disheveled
even if i ghost wrote you and your fired first
you’d still get caught up in my web in this spider verse

- dylan andre

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