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letra de 100 rounds - evilthechosen

[intro]
(what’s up with you?)
yeah
you know it’s evil
yeah, you know it’s evil
ayy, young evil want some more
uh, evil

[chorus]
got a lotta enemies
but none of ’em puttin’ an end to me
you the one who stirring beef
trust me you don’t want this sh-t
100 rounds in my opps
bodyin’ spree like the cops
we ain’t even shootin shots
nah we ain’t the ones that shooting shots
got a lotta enemies
but none of ’em puttin’ an end to me
you the one who stirring beef
trust me you don’t want this sh-t
100 rounds in my opps
bodyin’ spree like the cops (it’s lit!)
we ain’t even shootin shots
nah we ain’t the ones that shooting shots
(skrrt, skrrt)
[post chorus]
yeah i am with deek!ller we put out hits for some skrilla
bottle of liquor, pour me tequila
(skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
skrrt

[verse 1]
i win then i rub it in (haha)
i spray your whole block, save the women and children (yeah)
if you allergic to my music dawg
b-tch ya get an anaphylactic shock (b-tch)
room full of mirrors now i’m surrounded by winners
swear to the devil, god thinks i’m a sinner
call me hopsin cause i hop on a track and murder it (hop n sin)
now the opps drop dead, only competition i see is this other side of me (who?)
this ain’t bragging rights but i’m bragging right
and i’m bagging pipe
got liquid heroin in this b-tch
molly, perc and x, yeah pop that sh-t (alright!)
all this codeine in my lean
love that nyquil, love benadryl
and i pipe her like a drill
roddy piper, this ain’t a drill (this is lit)
yeah (woo)

[verse 2]
bi-bi-bi-b-tch i’m spitting in this cypher
like it’s p-ssy
f-ck b-tches, cash my only fetish
no love just p-ssy, that’s all of my needs
greater evil if i don’t commit my evil deeds
them racks in my basket made with lead
your body in the casket sprayed with lead
without villains there can’t be heroes, yeah p
i am the kingslayer, the anomaly and the exception you all study (yeah)
i’m the worst possible outcome, on god
when the odds are even i’m the odd
i do ak not ask, not at night, in broad day
i need jesus christ, send my regards to ye
and i’ll see you motherf-ckers in h-ll
when i’m gone
and to ’em b-tches that i look down upon
not my fault, y’all head around my nether
no vaseline this is motherf-cking ether
i’m the chosen, it’s a prophecy, last one to hear the gunshot
my last altercation ended with a 100 rounds in my opp
my last altercation ended with a 100 rounds in my opp
haha, yeah
(oo-oo-oo ah) (ahh-ah-ah)

- evilthechosen

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