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letra de muffler lung - gangrene

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[verse 1: the alchemist]
they categorize the way that i’m rappin’ as classical
pop out a hole and i’m smashin’ your dome like i’m playin’ a game of whac-a-mole
two phillies together, i fill ’em with lettuce like tuna inside of a casserole
i’ma steamroller you flat like the seat when i fly international
one nation under god with liberty and justice
attachments on the musket, i fiddle the adjustments
two mill’ on the neck so they grill me at customs
on the a-team like b.a. baracus, big paper pockets
feast your eyeb-lls on all the spoils when i fishbowl and get major optics
might as well go in the booth, remove you from your duty and shoot a movie
heat up the jets in a jacuzzi, i’m gettin’ groovy
rappers already know the outcome when they steppin’ to me
ever since this lord put this breath into me, i’m collectin’ everything that’s destined to me
count your blessings, man your battleship and mount your weapons
m-ffler lung, i’m blowin’ smoke to the heavens and throwin’ sevens

[interlude]
m-ffler lungs, haha
take a x-ray, n-gga
m-ffler? m-ffler lung

[refrain: the alchemist]
ayo, i got smoke, you got smoke
we could all smoke ’til the lungs get broke
smoke ’til the lungs get broke
we could all smoke ’til the lungs get broke
[verse 2: oh no]
what’s up? i’m on your turf, dog, on the earth, dog
diggin’ holes in the dirtyard, as bombs drop and it shines more than herzog
that’s a old chin check card dope, where the pilots fly aggressive
i’m skywritin’ a text that impressive
you find that kind of message is an unavoidable threat that’s stuntin’ your vision
boy, if you listen close, you’ll hear your lungs revvin’ up like an f1 engine
you inconsistent with your brake suspension, and didn’t listen
so the price quickly ascended for my clique’s attention
in a pit stop where the pit stop’s on point
like a pitchfork in the pitch dark, get your wig sparked for that tick tock
watch the big loss on the o block, there ain’t no chip offs
i’m with michael vick dogs, your big bossman is a cop ripoff
now wrestle that thought in the junkyard
we’re preppin’ in the kitchen, choppin’ that dumb raw
the fiends shop without a lunch card
this contact is nuclear power plant
when the smoke’s inhaled, you know it well
it’s lit from the gassin’ and tell ’em “choke in h-ll”
tell ’em, “choke in h-ll”
yeah, choke

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