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letra de sai studio session - electronic jack

[watchmen sample]

[bang bang][verse 1]
i’m not misogynistic. you’re just trippin’. i hate you for the way that i can’t get attached to women. don’t love ’em hoes cause they just want control like the whole system. i bust my nut then kick out ’em like i’m conker-in (conquerin’) prison. you spread your legs for every dude actin’ like they pimpin’-used to be persistent now i just lay back and get my d-ck in– ain’t no mission. i’mma, lone wolf up in that -ss and eatin’ p-ssy. you pushin’ 40, desperate and easy when i’m h-rny, but not my type and couldn’t afford me. so count your blessings

god hates ugly, and your face looks like it hit pavement. crooked smile? get braces. don’t care what j-cole said. only have 10s in my bed like-i-robbed-a-bank and they gave me dimes

don’t comply with my wishes? instead of timmy, you get a tommy. blow your head off like a zombie. i don’t sweater (sweat her) like a cosby. bout that grande when i minaj with 40 virgins because of boredom, pop rocks, i snort ’em until my brain’s deported

[i (love myself)][verse 2]
i’m from a generation full of sensation and sh-ll casings..while rapid pacing eyes are fading.-behind the scenes they are making…babies to be taken or trashed like the past of long term memory. my energy’s defending me. to speak simply..avoid altercation or get an altered-face-of-a-pagan then bargain to satan for a lost soul awakened. the reincarnate..of darth sidious, about-to-get -rs-nic on the mic

i grind more..than your wife..did as a dyk-. hoes call me mario because they like to slide down my pipe. so many lights, it’s like a p-rno was shot tonight. aight

now let me slow it down for you. fool. i graduated school.- don’t have to prove i ain’t new when my car cruises by crews. watch out for that nightfire like i’m 007. i cheat when i’m betting

rollout, like i’m a go-bot. don’t do pot, but throw hot rocks at cops when they make stops. ah!

the john wick of rap. quick to stick a mac to your back, then attack

[no flex zone][verse3]
ready to rumble like afro, my sword is a h-ssle, my blunt is so m-ssive i’m mappin’ with ashes. braggin’ with -sses on both hands, i’m mackin’ like craig on a friday, laughing. so pale like the whale that you smashin’. while i got models in brothels poppin’ bottles, i’m bothered that you want that beef like it’s cattle. in my prime i battled. cracked heads with a rattle

that’s what i call war, baby. the corp didn’t save me. the streets gave me ptsd. now everyday, when i wake up, i see guts. pourin’ them-out with-the-stale cheese in the hutt. first one who called-my-bluff, got their neck-cut with every-card in-the-deck. marvelous, yes. i’m marvin g-ye with the tec’. smooth

i reminisce when i could depend on a crew. it was like climbing up a wet ladder. anti-social, so no chit chatter. didn’t matter when i spoke caption. blam, blow, boom, pow! crowd control like the l.a. riots were in town. i swear, that’s the only time i smoke’ somethin’

choke on it like canibus and joe budden. i don’t owe nuttin’. except a big load when i’m nuttin. know the code like konami b-ttons. yeah..

high on amoxicillin. every generation needs a villain. uno needs dos, top billin’. cop millions when i c-ck back and pop cops who pop pills when i pop up on your ceiling. hear the drop of my blood on your rug. they compare to me slug and say i’m on drugs. but that’s only cause ya’ll suck

- electronic jack

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