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letra de the last straw - g-mo skee

[verse 1]
i am something different, if you see a dead deer carcass with the stomach missin’ i’m the one who did it
and i don’t rock with these rappers, f-ck them b-tches tryna fight me, you need to fight that drug addiction
they want me to stop spittin’ ’bout fist f-ckin’ women
but only on one condition, i can punch a christian
i listened to your album and that sh-t stunk of chitlins
what convinced you it was actually nice? in what dimension?
you are unconvincing, i will up the smith and heat your ass up, they gon’ have to touch you with oven mittens
i’m stormy cloud south park, b-tters pimpin’
i tell all my hoes use the buddy system and you gon’ get knocked the f-ck out like sonny list’
and any funny business while i’m runnin’ with this tunnel vision
since this is the last straw, i’ma hustle with it
and then turn this sh-t to gold, sh-t, i’m rumpelstiltskin

[chorus]
hands up, you know me too well
if you know i don’t give a f-ck, you know me too well
if it’s moonrocks in a blunt, you know me too well
just tryna live it up ’cause i’ve been through h-ll
yeah, homie, you know me too well
a couple joints and a forty, you know me too well
if the b-tch say she gon’ blow me, she know me too well
i’m keepin’ it funky ’cause i’ve been through h-ll

[verse 2]
look
i’m at your mama’s house and i’m smashin’ cheeks
the sh-t sound like a monkey when he clap his feet
newt scamander couldn’t catch this fantastic beast
he bit my style and i have receipts, they need their asses beat
my sh-t sick, if a mainstream artist spit this
you will be on both knees glazin’ his f-ckin’ d-ck, b-tch
head case, let anything i said play
you stank facin’ like you watched a s-xxy red s-x tape
wait, had to take a second to spectate
all these n-ggas you call legends have alleged rapes
and they goin’ downhill, it’s a sled race
i knock ’em off balance, i’m the challenge with the d-mn crates
yeah, half of you n-ggas b-lls missing
matter of fact, scratch that, you n-ggas all b-tches
when you finally find the scr-t-m to drop disses
i won’t even respond, n-gga, i’m gone fishin’
filth
[chorus]
hands up, you know me too well
if you know i don’t give a f-ck, you know me too well
if it’s moonrocks in a blunt, you know me too well
just tryna live it up ’cause i’ve been through h-ll
yeah, homie, you know me too well
a couple joints and a forty, you know me too well
if the b-tch say she gon’ blow me, she know me too well
i’m keepin’ it funky ’cause i’ve been through h-ll

- g mo skee

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