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letra de freestyle gods 5 - ghosty boi

[verse 1: lil kraezy]
i’m a sinful guy
symphony suicide
supersize that sh-t with some extra fries
i’m telling no lie that you gonna cry
at the cemetery drinking dairy, oh why
you gotta do it like that
i shove my face in ghosty’s booty hole ass
i’m done with this sh-t
you are a b-tch
ghosty suck my d-ck
he give it a l!ck

[verse 2: down6]

[verse 3: leechy boi]
i know you wanna be a savior, but there ain’t nothing to save
i won’t grovel for your graces, i’ma race ya to the grave
i belong there anyways, i’m just longing for the day
i can pay to fill a plate, and not drink away the pain
you lose sleep over me, you can’t think straight, you can’t eat
i write love songs about someonе i don’t think i’ll ever meet
know you hear mе in my songs, i won’t beg and i won’t plead
for a chance for ends to meet, keep on dying in these streets

[verse 4: light of destiny]
[verse 5: lokamane]

[verse 6: ghosty boi]
my eyes bleed when i meet my thoughts. it happens way too often
what does god see when i’m zombie? will he lay me in my coffin?
when i was alive, i was unseen. i’m the ghost but being haunted
angels behind me, witness me bleed out over the faucet
bring my corpse to the fire, inanimate castaway
many make a claim, but they don’t got the sh-t to say
stomped in the darkness, and then seal off the escape
soon i know i’ll find a light, but i know it’s not today
to this planet, i’m a slave, and i can never catch a break
serving ones above, and cannot meet a gaze
look into my eyes, tears running down my face
nothing but a sh-ll that is never getting saved

[verse 7: muskrat]

[verse 8: gun praise]
cold heart make you shiver (uhh)
destroy you like the wither (uhh)
i deliver destroy you no evidence
it is evident i am just doing this just for some relevance
b-tch you are delicate
trample you like a heard of elephants
ever heard my music? well now you have
mad scientist up in the lab
come against me gonna get stabbed body bagged
[verse 9: spicykingreaper]
running my mouth
chasing my mind
inspiration hits
all of the time
full of ideas
but i’m paralyzed
nothing to say
or nothing to do
i’m just trying to stay
on my own groove
nothing to gain or nothing to lose
never a winner
so call me a fool

[verse 10: dna tru lyricist]
got ’em screaming in the dungeon
want some? come and get some
run up, i’ma hit ’em up like hitmonchan
do more than poke ya, my molten lava coming off the tongue, the rope is hung up
like lynch hung, give you an inch and run miles with it
yeah, my feet are like a snare, devon miles with it, get it?
i’m like drumline, let me get it, g-get it, g-get it one time
i got a little something-something on the end of this b-tch
extending the clip, i fit perfect with the freestyle gods
god almighty, you better not clap, give me an applaud
when i’m spitting the lyrics on the track, they gonna attack like a mob
on some classic horror sh-t, i throw you back on the block
back on your blog, talking about how i miraculously jaw-dropped the audience
i’ll probably get a little more vicious, watch
you’re just a little poor-written excuse
for door-kicking with the twister, ripping through your porch
flipping your poor kitten up in the woods, battle axe splitting your wood
wishing you could get on my level, but dead is what you’re good as
should i pass the mic yet?
are your eyes wide yet? is your girl p-ssy wet yet?
animalistic, better take me to the vet
i’m too sick with the tru lyricist sh-t, leaving the competition like the sick emoji face

- ghosty boi

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