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letra de it's still fuck everybody - godhandusa

[intro: godhandusa]
we back, b-tch (yea’)
you thought it was over? this sh-t ain’t over (f-ck y’all)
it’s still f-ck everybody and everything you stand for, b-tch (bop, bop, bop)
we slittin’ throats and breakin’ backs on the track, hoe
godhand

[chorus: godhandusa]
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody (what?)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody (what?)
it’s still f-ck everybody (what?)
(f-ck everybody)

[verse 1: mongo]
[?], slap any mothaf-cka’ who got half a mind to give that (give that)
you-you-you know what it is, it’s the hand, breakin’ in yo’ f-ckin’ eardrums, i don’t give a d-mn (don’t give a d-mn)
d-mn, i’ma have to set the record straight
b-tch, i’m mongo, run up in yo’ crib and violate (uh-huh-uh-huh)
take yo’ plaques off the wall, sh-ts fake
ain’t n0body come to see yo’ shows when you in this state (uh-huh-uh-huh)
it’s still f-ck everybody, b-tch
rappers runnin’ out a ideas, [?]
[?], [?], ah!
you p-ssies really need to stop tryin’
swear to god, in the rapture you better of dyin’ in the fire ’cause yo’ sh-ts not hot, it’s expired
we the h-a-n-d, we know you inspired, b-tch, bap (boom)
rappers like the thots for the spot
slob on my kn-b since you wanna get the sauce (wanna get the sauce)
and you can have the sauce, but the recipe is lost
oh, you smooth brain mothaf-ckin’ bots
i said bots, like the ones in yo’ listeners
why i got yo’ b-tch in the spot and i’m christen her?
real b-tch, need a real one, ain’t no counterfeit
mark ass trick, i’ma hit her with the finisher
b-tch, i’ma a minister and you just a prisoner
nothin’ but a slave to the game
i’ma put you all to shame with my top grade d1 ass whoopin’
i could rap laps ’round you on this f-ckin’ macbook
ah! (boom)
[chorus: godhandusa]
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s still f-ck everybody (bop)

[verse 2: gonda]
it’s still f-ck ‘erybody though
rappers need a pimp slap, actin’ like some hoes
anime e-girl gimmick ass sh-t, they let any mothaf-cka’ on the mic
takin’ pics with the whip
you ain’t got bars, you ain’t sayin’ nun’, you don’t gotta’ gun, busy cryin’ ’bout a diss
say somethin’ b-tch, what you even by the mic for?
why you ain’t go to indonesia to do a show?
or maybe turkey, or maybe thailand?
i’ma lift him up and impale him on the mic stand
don’t n0body ride with you
everyone you f-ckin’ with tell me they lie to you
fake streams from the label, they buy ’em for you
you a b-tch cosplayin’ as an mc
that’s why every song you make about the same thing
i like money, clothes, hoes, and [?]
difference is, i really spit
mothaf-ckas’ wanna dress like a rockstar, but they makin’ friends with the pigs in the cop cars
underground fans not standin’ on sh-t
i call it how i see it and i see you playin’ tricks, doin’ splits (uh-huh)
f-ck everybody, even me
b-tch, i ain’t a saint
all praise to the g-o-d (uh-huh)
if you tryna’ make it work in the rap scene, you gotta’ keep yo’ head down and want it like a crack fiend (uh-huh)
we got enough mid mothaf-ckas’ in this sh-t, you better off learnin’ how to play a f-ckin’ instrument (bop)
f-ck everybody, godhand cause an incident
it’s still f-ck everybody, ain’t n0body innocent (bop)
[chorus: godhandusa]
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
f-ck everybody, f-ck everybody
it’s still f-ck everybody (f-ck everybody)

[outro: godhandusa]
godhand on that sh-t mothaf-cka’
f-ck ass these punk ass underground rappers copyin’ our every move
we see y’all jockin’ our animations and the bling covers b-tch, y’all wasn’t never on that sh-t before
and y’all can keep that dry ass swag, [?] that sh-t for real
we got our own sh-t, you know exactly who the f-ck we talkin’ ’bout
keep movin’ like a snake, get stepped on, hoe
it’s godhand, b-tch

- godhandusa

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