a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de street shitter - esempiem

[verse]
coronaries blocking the beat
like c-ssowaries flocking on the street
street sh-tters here again dumping sh-t on the streets
every dang day! can’t resist the stink
no public lavatories, this idiocity repreats
as if a bacterial laboratory with no safety, full of kids
climbing new extents like cl!cking some selfies
while f-cking spontaneously taking a sh-t

but if you think it from the indian perspective
you are doing wrong things, complain about it- just like them
“street sh-tter” cuz we got no choice to bath in peace
poverty runs like the kids on the streets
the stink on the streets, and the observation of indian aunties
the way d-cks goes in sissies, white or black- no difference
immigrants maraud the road, steal from thieves, rape kids and b-tches
ughh… who am i calling b-tches (b-tch)?

this is where patriotism and racial slurs meet (skrrr)
think you are the only one playing jumanji? (aye aye)
yes, cuz you’re the monkeys… (haha)
evolved to look cool but you always backspin
(to where?) to h0m- erectus (haha)
d-ckheads, most of your d-cks ain’t even crossing a six (yeah)
well, i’m not 6- 5 foot 4 inch with a 6 inch d-ck (yeah)
even when i take sh-t on the ‘faucet’ (huh?) it’s never less than your d-ck (wow!)
well… yeah! (yeah) yeah! (yeah) i’m talking sh-t
seems like it’s all clogged. gotta dig (what?)
it down that pipe… (which one?) yeah, your foodpipe
you’re basically living on our sh-t (nah aah!)
everything our ancestors did (what?)
everything we did (no!)
is all looted- wait, no harvested (aye aye)
by you fat slummy cows for the precious food to be wasted (skrrr)
crude oil, (aye) black boys, (aye) rap, guns, (aye) and weird fetishes (yeah)
dominant race with racist fascism and latexes (ooh)
not aberration, permanent damage to the human species (aye)
with the chemical warfare knocking the door of the future generations (whoo!)
with the machines dominating- withhold of nukes, grenades (whoo!)

while your mo’f-cking kids are holding bl–dy granola bars
soon to be metallic smgs in a cold, chemical guerrilla war
i see them ladies catwalk
i see them are afraid of some catcalls
don’t want some stalker walking- creepily approaching
but wants to have all guys crushing on her. false statement, is it?
this is the indian proud province in
southern eastwards asia… ch-nks and
muslims, buddhists, and punjabi- sikhs
wearing pagri, khakis, punjabis and sh-t
and i admit, we do have abominable myths
facts, sayings and mistimed icky silly mistakes
wow… i see you guys reading about history and politics
in general, if i see, you’re in hysterics like mister d-ck
“politicians lie, so will i” rise and shine to see sunshine
or exhibit things like wine to muslims, or নিরামিষ eating hindus
which is why christians are the ones fighting and tethering foreign ‘insects’
to die and watch ‘em burn… or make them f-ckpuppets
like always to african, american, indian refugees
by just shouting ‘suck a d-ck’ and unzipping their chain

i had a dream last night (dream last night)… from my ancestor’s perspective (ancestor’s)
i looked up to see my ‘god’ with bulging double chin (double chin)
i had nothing to do but some undesired nutting to do (nutting)
what would i do? no control, you see, my dude. (what can i do?)
hope you understand how it felt, like sleep paralysis and lun- (how it felt)
atics just want to have pleasure all the time- made a hoe- rude. (pleasure)
i woke up screaming in 2 am, and back to sleep in my room (2am)
i think i reincarnated again, like an undead, i bloom (reincarnate)
next stop, i see myself, running- wait… i remember this when i was two (i’m running)
the sky’s all red and cloudy, unlike now clear and blue (red and cloudy)
i hear gunfires, and blasts, i’m holding a rifle in trench, am ready to shoot (ready to shoot)
wait… what is that i take out from my green suit? (what is that?)
a black and white photograph, is that my daughter- i get up… shoot! (daughter?)
i died in action… not ‘call of duty’ (died in action)
you only live once… was a snowball in summer, goon… (snowball)
today, i live again to fight again for my countries’ pride (fight again for my countries’ pride)

some patriots will hypen up, and then call me rap god- [they’re blabberin’!]
most of the time, i feel ashamed to be livin’ between rascals
hundred pascals pressurize me, when i try out nand gates
today i am this zombie livin’ to see b-tches rappin’
dabbin’, making dank memes, bein’ savage- b-st-rds!
you ain’t a savage, i am… i’s since my birth. gladness
scattered like marbles, born on eid with bein’ a skinny maggot
my daddy saw me like i’m a f-ggot in the fam’ of graduates
my cries scurrying the dine, breaking silence, upon the tantrum was my dad’s madness
upon th-that was domestic abuse, in form of violence!
i tried this- this form of act, but i guess chivalry is dead, your highness
time to bring back the medieval ages, with the plague blacking the manifestation of tiredness
more like exhaustive fumes coming from chimneys built in england, resultin’ in pollution
we’re street sh-tters, but you guys sh-tted on human race
yourselves, precisely- might as well eat ice-cream
but there’s none cuz the steampunks melt them- you see no freezer
today, there are freezers on the land of the free selling pickles
they poke their pierced nose everywhere so they’re called jerks
see the metaphor and oxymoron. wait- ‘deoxy’ cuz you’re air is full of gasoline
lands filled with high-octanes, contemplated with gas cylind-

in case, you didn’t know, i can also make edm music

- esempiem

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS