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letra de motherfuckers - grouce

hook –
motherf-ckers
motherf-ckers think they’ve got me pegged…

(verse 1)
i saw you at my show, what happened? you forgot to boo
lookin’ like a d-ckhead, you didn’t know what to do
i see you talkin’ it up when i’m not around
but what i found is this, that there’s a lot of sound
being made but nothing worth hearing
i think i might get my first tat or my first earring
or, nah, maybe not, can’t you see my raps are blazing hot?
they’re on fire, they’re amazing, what?
what’s the issue? the issue is the topic at hand
my rhymes are hotter than summer in a tropical land
but you can’t seem to see that, i’ll roll the dice
and if i get the snake eyes i’ll be cold as ice
i’m on a level that you can’t reach
i’ll flip the hourgl-ss on crystal blue palm beach
when you scamps get together you’re worse than a sowin’ circle
you’re blue in the face and it’s goin’ purple…

(hook)

(verse 2)
my memory’s shot, just like the kennedys got
i see my enemies plot, but my ident-ty’s not
to be pegged, i’m gettin’ egged on, i’m keepin’ my head strong
‘cause people’s’ opinions have always been f-ckin’ dead wrong
i’m goin’ headlong into the beat
that i made with this rap that you’re fin to delete
i only came here to win and defeat these f-ckin’ suckers
i’ve had it up to here with all of you motherf-ckers
this rap sh-t’s got me bugged
everybody’s gonna cop it, gettin’ properly f-cked
but let’s face it, your life? yeah, it probably sucked
before i entered into it, admit you want me, c-nt
to turn your mind upside down
you will find no one that’s iller when in my town
check the st–z, i’m infecting these
ears of yours, i’ve been doin’ this for years, because…

(hook)

(verse 3)
i’m p-ssed off beyond belief
f-ck you if you don’t think it’s wrong to beef
f-ck that, you can shove that up your b-tt
you’re gonna cop an uppercut
call out the wrong name and you will get touched
p-ss off the wrong person and real gets much
f-ckin’ realer, you’ll get f-cked up like a f-ckin’ drug dealer
high on his own supply, no one’s iller than me
but i don’t need to single anyone out
to do my thing which some doubt
is an artform
if you’re talkin’ sh-t about me, i’ll pin you to the dartboard
f-ckin’ bullseye, man, i’ll blast you off the map
then i’ll say, “you f-ckin’ asked for that”
if you don’t like what you’re hearin’, move on
no one cares what you think about my new song…

(hook)

- grouce

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