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letra de fuck ya - esempiem

[intro:]
it’s been a ride descending so fast, gained many things; quant-ties in vast. i was fair, now i’m suntanned; i did bad, now i’m banned. all, as a result, i get lotta hatred…
[verse:]
but f-ck ya. i don’t care about you; i got beats in my blood. now let’s make a friend or a f-cking puddle, from you loving puddle. just k!ll that b-tch, she can’t even itch, my preach
you’re a witch, eating a doughnut, which is made of wheat, rice, veggies, poison, acid, cocaine, steroids, cheese puffs, donald’s spit, hooman’s spit, north korea dust, nicki minaj’s b-tts
well, what can i do? i do nothing but give feedbacks, for my back-bitten cracks. i know what you speak of me, you mother-f-cking haters chittering, spitting sh-tty sh-t through chit-chats. here’s my response:
well, umm… h-ll yeah, i know i don’t so good, some bird sh-tted on me. my words are hateful cuz i’m the voice you sh-tted on me. these actions are by you that cheated on me. these rhymes are being repeated again and again
all i wanna do is enlighten a knumbskull’s life up. “aghfighters keep fightin’, put your lighters up!” i had a dream i’m a the king, woke up next morning and still king. but i’m thinking i’m sleeping and kicking the steel ball. goal with football, i kicked the wrong ball and received a penalty
i never dreamt of being a rapper, raping the game like a king, a king whose job is milking. wanted to do electronic music: progressive, electro, future, and all, but now i know i have more sk!lls to put in expenditure. fusion of genres, i’m making a mixture to fix the races, a fixture. the painting is deformed; a painting; a picture
you can love me or hate me, i don’t care… cuz i love you too. i love everyone and f-ck everyone. if i love, i don’t expect love. if i don’t love, i don’t expect love. but in my mind, there’s a small place for only a few people; depression, schizophrenia, anxiety, anorexia, bipolar disease and others. and in my heart, there is only blood running through my veins and arteries
love is a feature of mine that dies, changes colour dyes cuz the bl–dy partner dyes. “what is my fav kinda food?” thai chicken, thai sh-t, thai soup. oops! the hoop is small for the sh-t you dumped on me
f-ck your -ss? my -ss! i don’t stick my d-ck in sh-t. your v is lit cuz you stuff random sh-t up it. cause what did you stuff? your boyfriend or a tube light?
senseless sensation making no sense through one of the 5 senses, sensei, who’ll sense his sh-t list making up sh-tty things? “no one.” but i f-ck ya cause i got the beat in my blood

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