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letra de lyrical torture - g-tee

[verse one: g-tee]
it’s g-tee, the one who wears the fly colthes
spit hot rhyme flows, known to be seen around fine hoes
you’ll get 5 blows to the head if you wanna test your braveness
you best to brace yourself ‘cuz you’re about to f-ckin’ rest on pavement
resuscitation’s a waste, you’re scarred, and busted gravely
you think you’re hard? it’s just a daydream, i flow raw so i don’t f-ck with mainstream
i stay mean and rough, i’ll never sell out, 413, i’m reppin’ it proud
don’t f-ck around, i’m underground, forever collectin’ the clout
i’ve been about the multi’syllable rappin’, but criminal acts, still i’m the captain
you wanna f-ck around? you’ll witness the villain in action
crack shins, got blood on your new vans, red on your blue pants
you made me have to discipline your -ss like boot camps
you glance wrong or use a demandin’ tone, your daughter will dance alone
at her wedding ‘cuz i’ll burn you alive like a samsung phone
i’ll slam your bones ‘cuz you’re frontin’ and boastin’, if you wanna f-ck with the pro son
your body will be found washed up in a rug in the ocean

[g-tee talking]
yeah

mothaf-cka!

what the f-ck you gonna do!?

stupid -ss f-ckin’ b-tch

yeah, you wanna f-ck with me?

aight then, let’s go kid

[verse two: g-tee]
i’ll bash your face in if you’re acting stupid, come at me, i’ll have to prove it
bring your f-ggot friend in fact, i’ll smash him to kid
you could never match the torture master’s clever wrath, i’ll grope your chick
then steal her purse and choke you with the leather straps
when i’m on tracks i’m the dopest, all your rhymes are bogus, hopps
i’m not a doctor but i’m mad fly, thats my diagnosis
try to notice women like me more, it’s my fault your girl might be sore
i don’t care, i just do it like a nike store
the mighty torture master’s gritty, yo just p-ss the sticky
when i smoke bud, i roll blunts fatter than that fake -ss on nicki
the task is tricky to defeat the g, in battles, or street scenery
you thought you took me down, it must f-ckin’ be a dream
g dash t e e is everlastin’, flaunt your sh-t; your bread i’m jackin’
no dice game but it’s your f-ckin’ head i’m crackin’
actin’ funny? wanna press your like with g-tee? i guess you’re up
to get knocked down and pounded, now who’s next to stunt?

- g tee

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