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letra de lois lane - fishlove

(matt danger)
f-ck all the sh-t you was talking
this is detrimental
you dont want this bullet painting
on your mental
i’m not the shooter
but i know someone that’ll do it
he’ll do the sh-t for free
’cause he already knew it
’cause when you f-cking with me
you be f-cking with we
i’m too f-cked up to whip
so now i’m walking the streets
it’s 40 degrees
but i ain’t really carry the heat. (burr)
you can come and get me now
and get to poppin’ for free
poppin’ a pill
i’m really out here shooting the threes
came up on a rack
i been mean-mugging for weeks
got yo momma in my room
and she grippin’ my sheets
whip you breakfast in the morning
ask you, “how was your week?” (greeat)
i’m your pappy, i’m your new daddy
ya b-st-rd
your sh-t sounds stepped on
need to get it remastered
i mastered your b-tch without an -ssist
i ain’t selling on the homies
so i’m pleading the fifth

(r.e.g.)
lately, i been going crazy
feel like i ain’t been up out this house
in like some ages
faded in the am
whippin’ in the bas-m-nt
serving up your junkie granny
just to make may payments
it’s crazy
often, i been feeling nauseous
f-cking young p-ssy
putting kittens in a coffin
rape ’em then i off ’em
load up my revolver
sippin’ on sizzurp and poppin’ percs
until i’m nauseous, it’s often
listen b-tch i got your mom
she sucking d-ck for fish and grits
it’s so explicit
my throat’s a-itching
wife’s a b-tch
i lift my fist
and uppercut her to the next dimension
the only thing that keeps me sane
is momma, money, millennial honeys, and my bed frame
it’s a godd-mn shame that donald trump ain’t sh-t
i swallowed this tic-tac
then i gave you a kiss
she swallowed my jits
i asked her if she’d f-ck for a brick
she say she insist
two weeks later pregnant with twins
to h-ll with this sh-t
i kick back, light up a spliff
i’m done with this life
like cl!ck-clack, no longer exist
i’m out

(bricky jakoby)
yeah b-tch, i bring the pain
like bruce wayne throwing out batarangs
no joke son, riddle me this
how you so super when lex luthor
can’t afford what’s on my wrist?
i make it rain
on my bat-plane
getting head from lois lane
50 bil on my good whip
got p-ssy-woman out here eating cat nip
the knight never sleeps
from the sky to the streets
bringing yall to your knees
like a seven-year-old me
seeing mom and papi
getting popped in the t–th
while he copped their money
now i cop mr. freeze
and i put him on my neck
i pull up on your deck
what’s your rent?
i feel bad for you
let me write you out a check
step to me i hit you with taekwondo
i am scarier than i swear you care to know
just ask scarecrow or hugo
no stranger to you folk
i broke my one rule when i murdered this flow
girls with daddy problems
are abundant here in gotham
got ’em bobbin’ on their bottoms
’bouta change this place to sodom
and i think it’s really awesome
and now i’m an alcoholic
’cause i have daddy problems too
boo hoo
running around all night
fighting you clowns, i beat your -ss
despite the fact that you are crying from fright
running around all night
gunning you down on sight
rubber bullets to your cranium
wait those were uranium
looks like you won’t see the morning light
gunning you down on sight

- fishlove

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