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letra de the killing joke - fukkit

[intro]
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

[verse 1: f-kkit]
let the old me die, b-tch, he ain’t coming back
like a teen suicide, y’all keep going out sad
put the money in the bag, wave the f-ckin’ white flag
when the smoke subsides, that’s gon’ be a long drag
got dogs on the [?], bet it bites when it’s mad
and they know i got swag so they jock, tryna grab
on my d-ck like a -ss, n-gga, get off [?]
got a glock and it blast, [?]
they not finna clash, n-gga, don’t act brash
get cut like a rash, and the blunt got [?]
stay high off my -ss in the same old stash
i’m back in my bag, do you dirty, my bad
you really not red and the south gettin’ mad
a n-gga got cl-ss like a teacher so fast
you really just a fad, if the flow go bad
a n-gga [?]

[interlude: f-kkit]
y’all all really comin’ with sh-t
“oh, f-kkit, you sound the same since scratch paper, man”
man, shut the f-ck up
honestly, shut the f-ck up before you get smacked for sayin’ some stupid–ss sh-t like that
you sound r-t-rded—

[verse 2: f-kkit]
heard they got problems where it’s at, i’ll lay a n-gga flat
till you see me on the map, i’m on you like plaque
while they buggin’ like a nat, my pockets gettin’ fat
now they workin’ on some abs, [?]
got a squad, they hit the flank, they take it like a tank
and the -ss what i spank, she drippin’ like a sink
[?], [?]
man, she really think i’m famous, shouts to kay p and [?]
and i body like a model but i know it [?]
i could point the semi-auto at your bro and let it spray
got the molly by the rocket, keep it tuckin’ like a shank
if my n-ggas got a problem, they gon’ rearrange your face
and i k!ll it ’cause i gotta just to feel a little safe
i’m a product of my mother and my father on a date
he was nothing to me always, why the f-ck you think it change?
[?], then i’m shootin’ at the face, okay (okay)

[interlude: sabino]
[?]
stop f-ckin’ lookin’ at me
you don’t understand what you don’t understand
bro, i don’t wanna say it again, just
you shouldn’t even know—
it’s pathetic
huh (it is pathetic)

[verse 3: sabino]
when they girl suck me up, [?]
gave her right back, wasn’t in the mood for robbery
i’m jokin’, all comedy, man, all you mad ironically
’cause when since you all did not humor me, i laugh at idiocracy
run into your day job for my entertainment
punch into the clock [?] when he rage, man
opposite of that, f-ckin’ wonder where the day went
golden hour shots, brando pull up with the a1
oh, you want convention? well, keep suckin’ on that same d-ck
you ain’t got no talent, always runnin’ with that same trick
everyone’s a critic till yo’ family down the range, b-tch
narcissistic tendencies [?] in the range whip
see me how i’m runnin’, gotta wait for the unzip
jerk it like she nervous when she comin’ with the tight grip
watchin’ for the quick slip, got it off the tongue tip
call it how you want it but still probably get that [?]
real quick

- fukkit

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