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letra de it's been real (outro) - fujisawa

[intro]
after so much rhymed sh-t
i think this is it, i’m finally done
yeah, after everything, this album is done
funny, anyway, last verse, it’s been real, y’all, so

[verse]
i want you to understand somethin’
when i say i love you, i mean you
n’ if you, don’t believe me, i smacked a dude cold turkey for you
now look at him cryin’, p-ssy, teehee-he
can’t with live without codeine, but girl you’re my vicodin
swallowin’ a pill, gee, found a condom in a bin
girl, let me put it in, i’m wildin’
sprayin’, layin’ dead n’ that’s the only time i hold still
cummin’ all over the district
beggin’ mommy to have my nut slit
dig a body up then throw it from thirty feet
up, a point where you can see my slit nut bulgin’
’till the end don’t tеll me nuttin’
you ain’t my best friend, so you’rе nothin’
sh-t, deu’s the only i look up to when i’m low n’ down
f-ckers, give him a th-rn crown
it’s evident that the way we met
we were made to be best friends
oh, now bounce for deus, c’mon, i said bounce
else i’ll get an ounce of alter n’ now
here comes my left fist blow, there, yo, blaoh
lemme redo that bar, rewind it back but not that far
was hidin’ a cassette in my closet
the day we met was evident
we were bet to be best friends
meant to be toge, ther, like a courgette
a sack of eggs, peaches, plums, oranges and syringes
of course, again, p-rs- courgettes
gon’ dance in a r-t-rded disco la, ter
i’m discombobulated, always funny to say
reminds me of the day we met and you told me you were gay
i was like, “ah, okay”, ’cause i knew wasn’t normal for a dude to flirt so good with another dude
would say f-ggoty f-ggoty f-ggoty gays come mad at me
so, be raggedy ann and andy, not raggedy andy and andy, but that’s the old me
if my girlfriend sees this i’m gon’ get k!lled n’ skinned while wearin’ a pair of khakis with a pair of skis
we’re both evil, sinned n’ on top of a poltergeist
safe to say, we’re both the d-mn antichrist
’cause i know if you were to write sh-t like me
you’d be freaky, but i’d like it
talkin’ as me, a leech closing’ his wifey over anythin’
yes, i said leech ’cause my d-ck itch
i’m sh-t n’ i need to k!ll my self-esteem
sorry reeves, i’ve been an evil, wicked kid
mocked you n’ luise, or whatever her f-ckin’ name is
sorry everyone for being mean n’ bein’ negative
sayin’ offensive sh-t, felt at a buffet
with rhymes all over my charchette
yeah, rap is dope when taken as a small dose
like a raven, sh-t, that’s why i felt vocalistically social distancin’
wrote this bar when i had fever
40° degrees n’ a broken femur
n’ a chimpanzé called seymour, i’m a senior
pope’s gettin’ serious, ly, mad again ’cause i’m singin’ lucifer
walkin’ in the vatican again, with a glaad bag
carryin’ a dead [f-g] in there
don’t worry, y’all, it’s trump
haven’t used the f-word in a lot durin’ aboard this song
see i’m a good person, a dog backwards (hey, man~)
ah, a f-ggot, oh, woop, can’t do
my girl likes when i’m this brusque n’ bruised
rude, she likes this side of my alter ego
now here we go, it’s been real
like dr. seuss, hope this goes good
i’d be in disbelief alon’ my evil twin
if you want fuji, well you get it, man, i ain’t ever apologizin’ for sh-t ag’hin
sinned or that’s at least, what it seems to be
n’ i’m lucifer, deus’ the producer, for me, the antichrist

- fujisawa

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