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letra de zombie war drum - gullyspit

[verse 1: gullyspit]
off of that sh-t that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper i bl–dy my knuckles
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies i can’t even see
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till i’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t got a problem i got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole
for a minute i lay in the dirt and i’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the wеak until they get the mеssage
grip on his spine rip it out through his t–th

[bridge: gullyspit]
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light
she f-ck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands i’m cancer
[verse 2: istasha]
i got [?] for days
you tryna break in through the [?], i got [?] everyday
i’m like “push me”, i get the [?] i made
[?]
take that reservoir
murky in the water, better test your flood
[?]
living like insects
since i got the wings, better fl!cks apart from them
i’m onto something
another year, it’s lost in
i’m in the wall again
blended, peeling, wheezing, coughing
the originals are bottled in chems, again
big pitch, when the camera cl!ck, it film
dark finish, in the center, it painted them
this be like your life, you get the devil up, irrelevant
here’s my, here’s my, here’s the gun i’m ditching
here’s my, here’s my, here’s my blade, i’m switching
here’s my, here’s my, here’s the gun i’m ditching
we’re still basic, there’s no science, all my pride is fiction

[chorus: gullyspit]
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting f-cked
hammer cl!ck right from that bentley truck
better duck hit with that elmer fudd
she ain’t been f-cked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough
i might stomp out a bigot, crushing their head they no better than bugs
[verse 3: gullyspit]
knock-knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherf-cking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate
they can’t commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate
aiming at bodies to who circle the k!ll
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects
fled the scene i ain’t even p-ss yet
i ain’t done y’all don’t get it
trough on the face mask copacetic
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic
i need some action, senate forensics

- gullyspit

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