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letra de devil - frigid

you fell off like the devil on my left hand shoulder
my right eye is closed because i am not f-cking sober
and imma live my life until it’s over
underachiever legacy k!ll bars like gacy –
wayne – john, pilgrims
ted bundy’s jealous of me
because i have restraint to slap a b-tch in the face
with my d-ck instead a knife
im kidding not even my wife
would touch me even if she was
super f-cking custy
cuz i’m an ugly motherf-cker
money motherf-cker
it’s what i breathe, what i bleed
what i need i simply give too many f-cks
i couldn’t give another one
all about my family
is what the opposite of me would say
if i was raised a little more
comp-ssionate
maybe, then i would
f-ck, nevermind

and now i’m back, f-ck a chorus
lyricist, call me horace
and she’s gorgeous with those huge eyes
but she only falls for cute guys
here i am, my pimple ridden face
my tree trunk f-cking legs
guarantee i’ll f-ck up your day
and make it rain like h-ll
inside your puny brain
there’s no other way, to say it
you f-ggots couldn’t ever reach
my level on the top floor waiting in a cop car
for my mom to pick me up and drive me to the corner store
so i can beg a shady customer
to buy me -lighter sound
some f-cking next reds
my only addiction will slowly smoke me to my death
but i truly don’t care
death is part of life
i don’t know how rhyme
introverted nerd with a tendency to listen to birds
chirp like hockey players pack bombs, g-y like mayerrrrr, john
saying the names formally nothing you’d see online
and twitter’s got me going “uh-oh” time to bring on the slime

im horrible at starting new verses
k!ll a fly and put in the he-rs-s
raping nurses, burpin, slurping slushies
‘leven seven
started smoking, and now im f-cking rapping
so i guess i’m just another kid from oshawa
rest in peace to big and many other fallen soldiers
but many emcees today could grind you up like folgers
i like the instant sh-t but i have too much patience
and as i write these rhymes im procrastinating history papers
to tell you the truth
i’m the stupidest g*nius you’ll ever meet
but you could never tell by my lyrics or beats
all i know’s i’m staying away if you stay strapped with a piece
b-tch
keep ya company till bowls smoked, kid
st-st-st-stutter on the beat
probably cuz of the tree

graphwize

- frigid

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