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letra de hung up - gullyspit

intro:
he’s lost himself in the dark swirling abyss
is he a man or a monster?
god says: please do not go to h-ll, eh eh

verse 1:
smile wide, lemme see those f-cking pearly whites
in the city with the rats and little dirty mites
saw tooth on the blade that’s a dirty fight
big boot to the face that’s a kiss, goodnight
breath deep, don’t let that f-cking roach die
in my fingertips, the ashes covered both sides
you in her dm’s and i’m sliding in her throat right
you carpe diem ’til they show you where rope tie
now imma need to yall to please shut that f-cking mouth
underground all i see is f-cking circus clowns
need an ounce and some woods, kick my feet up
hit me with those eyes and i know i’m about to beat it up
on that crime wave flow, i’m on that punishment
no one better then, line ’em up and let it spin
i don’t see the benefit, your persona secondhand
living on the blacklist, gullyspit is contraband
wake up, this is disneyland with dirty needles
from the terror need a girl who can inhale my evil
big t–th, skin mask, kerosene rag
hang me on the rack with the other shiny pretty people
bridge:
everything is sweating, everything is burning up
everything is less than, everything is dirty cup
everything is f-cking p-ss, everything is rot
everything is bullets, everything is getting f-cking shot
starting running

verse 2:
evil messages been wrapped up in that bottle
indulging every word ’til it’s exploited like a brothel
every curve is cut with swords as bending knees prepare to grovel
the written law is war, angry hordes are getting hostile
but that’s not my problem i got my head down in the sand my lord
one hundred years of solitude to get those fruit in stores
violent heads with busy hands, banana clips and gore
they can’t trap it in that bottle once it’s spoke the word is born
empty houses full of smoke and rotten plaster
every minute i’m awake i’m drifting straight towards disaster
rotten food atop the platters, pills get broken in my body like a fracture
a bullet to my head all thanks to thatcher
a pound of gold for every dead politician on my doorstep
that’s a joke, don’t get your little necks contorted
train spotting get your spirit drawn and quartered
they said focus on your breathing, nevermind the waterboarding

- gullyspit

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