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letra de bacon - godemis

[verse 1: godemis]
yeah, huh
i ain’t looking for a cosign, most say we okay
k!ller and i’m in no time, and get away so o.j
no heroes, i slayed ’em
they counting sheep in that dirt nap
and they were unaware that i slayed ’em
’til i sprayed ’em with my worst raps
my first raps went spam sammy with a grab bag of that been dope
didn’t realize back then when i was getting it in with my kinfolk
revving up to go head to gut but no bread to cut
gotta collect a check
can’t complain in this dirty game but ain’t entertaining no disrespect
humble enough for what the f-ck’s up
we r to the a to the w, uncut
you really think you’re f-cking with us numb nuts
never pull a trigger hit a n-gga with gun b-tts
nonviolent, i’m nonviolent
my holy bible got bombs by it
penciling, i get it in my friends and then i exit out of my palmpilot
swear to god, i’m h-lla odd, i got it
smoking in the shire like a hobbit
kamikaze plane became a rocket
life’s a b-tch i named lorena bobbitt
rules are made to be broken
nonetheless, i never see none breaking
king slid do everything big
this king pig and n-gga we go bacon

[hook: murs]
now this little piggy went to market
and this little piggy stayed home
but these three pigs right here had a bright idea
so they picked up the microphone
and the other little pigs got mad ’cause them n-ggas got hot
and they spot got taken
we said ‘first of all, we ain’t concerned wit y’all’
so we burnt ’em all and went bacon

[verse 2: brotha lynch hung]
everybody wanna be all up in it
wannabes wanna shiver when they in front of me
’cause i put him in a bad situation
that average, i’m baking ’em up in a apr-n
and i got a lot of food on my plate, i can’t call it
drinking problem, see, i’m a rapaholic
i’mma get particular, vehicular homicide describes me
they say i got acid in my iv
i’m back, why me? travis knows
i’mma get a little grimy, twist the weed
’til my eyes like chinese
it’s the b-l-h and i never been sleep with a cellmate
trust me, put it out in a cell grate
back now, fans wanna tailgate
i’m connected, smell the essence aching
inhale it, n-gga, we go bacon

[verse 3: murs]
now i’m the kid from mid-city
i like fat -sses and big t-tties
got a bad b-tch in her mid-fifties
like to drop it low and pop a thizz with me
i’m a weird dude, i’m into weird sh-t
got a long d-ck and my beard thick
that mean i rap good and i’m from the hood
i know them wack n-ggas don’t wanna hear this
i’m fearless, like last night
dropped in on a 30-foot half-pipe
hit a 50-50 grind and it was even more exciting because i did it while riding on a flashlight
better act right or get your sh-t sprayed
don’t bring that wack rappin’ over this way
and it’s still no swine for the sensei
so i don’t go bacon, i go tempeh

[interlude: murs]
and that—and that’s like veggie bacon, n-gga
it’s like, tempeh is veggie—i don’t know
i don’t eat pork, bro
but y’all get the f-ckin’ point, man
me, lynch, and godi, uh, strange music
yeah, f-ck y’all
we don’t go—we go bacon

- godemis

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