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letra de guess again - haiku

spirits of those with us no more were forged into me
allowing me to sore with natural born energy
relentlessly, i swing swords at sworn enemies
and leave their whole body adorned with war injuries
members of the family mourn with torn memories
losers get ignored when people record history
so if i’m ever slain, a storm will form instantly
and leave the whole area warm for 4 centuries
it’s the illest lyricist. listen when i’m spitting this
the emphasis is keep making green like photosynthesis
been this way since the genesis, and y’all like them songs that’s the simplest
i’m guessing ignorance is blissfulness
i ain’t heard a rhyme in a while with any significance
that’s why it’s up to r.i.p. squad to keep dropping consistent hits
so when you hear the siren blare and see me clinch the fist and raise it high
say goodbye to your -ss, and commence to kiss

chorus
better guess again if you think we won’t finish ya
evil clones tremble at these freezing cold villains
‘cause you’re dealing with a legion so sinister
when we come to visit ya, everybody bleeding. no prisoners
so guess again if you think we won’t finish ya
evil clones tremble at these freezing cold villains
‘cause you’re dealing with a legion so sinister
when we come to visit ya, everybody bleeding. no prisoners

expert in the art of war. spark at where you park your ford
target your apartment. now it looks like the department store
feels like black friday when we charge your door. sharpened swords
everybody’s half off. this ain’t what you bargained for
it’s only fair i warn you that resistance is ill-advised
we’re taking over. this is wack-rapper genocide
thinking of opposing us, you should’ve put that gin aside
you got one minute ‘fore i end your lives. better spend it wise
come witness live, haiku synthesize your quick demise
fake gangsters in disguise. deep down, you’re prison brides
you know we pillage tribes. kitchen knives in kids and wives
i’m craving souls, and it smells like it’s dinner time
love to see that big surprised look inside my victims’ eyes
right before we wash away the village with a crimson tide
targets been identified, and when we’re finished
you won’t have a hand left to try and count how many men survived

[repeat chorus]

everybody bleeding. no prisoners
everybody bleeding. no prisoners
everybody bleeding. no prisoners
everybody bleeding. no prisoners

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