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letra de lizard king (freestyle) - f8l

[verse]

yeah
i’m not a gun toter, but i’m a young yoda
no sleep coz i chug folgers
you getting run over
f-ck a mclaren
i’m in the death star, feeling like brett favre & red baron
this is ww3
i’m like the sun just a couple above the degrees
a bad boy with the rockafella dreams
but this monella got the mozerella schemes
for manilla shows
iller than a salmonella infected gorilla
my future is looking vanilla
a mega-minded villain coz my flow so hot
make your girl go wet, like a go pro shot
underwater
thinking of the bible i’m the f-cking author
call mе jésus or “hey zeus”
bettеr play cool
or imma beirut all you sitting ducks
i’m a grey goose with a grey goose
je m’appelle young bowie. et vou ?
this is a reality check so pay dues
mephistophiles is back to metaphorically attack
i’m wrecking all mcs in fact
your apologies are wack
make way for the god
me no see, no amigos capische ?
i freeflow this evil. torpedos unleash
my libido & ego have peaked
just a brainwashed adolf
running with a chainsaw
records on my dang claws
coz my blade’s off the chain
when i take off, i blaze all then break all you lames
stay calm coz my flames on i’m insane
ah!
just a wild beast better than you
never settling till my wife is penelope cruz
maybe jessica, i will never let this be a weakness
so my victoria will always be a secret
muah!
got a couple people mad when i speak this
they keep getting jealous of the way that i’m achieving
i know i’m a rookie but i’m better than the veterans
5 years, hard work, late nights ; letterman
somebody get the medicine
penicillin, benadryl and adrenaline
with a better sedative
i’m the personification of a napalm
even my — tell me that my tongue game strong
f-ck james bond, i’m 008
middle fingers up when i play n.w.a
you make songs i make movies, study my tapes
tft and tch are classics of today
and tomorrow & beyond
no i’m not a human, i’m a martian, reborn
so i don’t represent this place
and if you put me in a box, imma take a sh-t and rub it in your face
f-cking punk
and if i was a monk
i’d wanna get head from a nun every month
when i get p-ssed off i keep having sick thoughts
i’m feeling like rick ross, just a big boss
uh
i’m on my “lucky luciano meets grand piano”
deliver the keys high, no soprano
my mental is a mantle for the devil & his lasso
you to me is like a f-cking casa to a castle
i’m the euphemism
of a new religion
for your music system
you stupid fools are listening
to me ludacrisin’
i’m a lunatic with
a couple screws missin
going too ballistic
on a lunar mission
never to come back
you’re a pencil with no lead & i’m a thumb tack
so don’t claim that the gun blast
you punk ass
yeah!
its the young bowie, dancing like a young jagger
young morrison, yeah i’m tall, long haired & handsome
on the stage, i’m the lizard king
i can do anything ah
i shoulve been born in the 60s
when i die at 27, y’all gonna miss me
its f baby
[bowie’s outro]
you can always recognize one of my songs as being one of my songs. they tend to have a great variety because i am very open to expressing myself in very different ways as the mood takes me. but i am afraid it will be the last time that i will be doing these songs

- f8l

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