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letra de bars will hold you - hell's manager

kxng crooked: (slaughterhouse!)

h-ll’s manager: for the mother f-xker that said all i can do is rap fast
or scream
i can compete with any rapper bar for bar
let’s go

(oh my god donny)

hit the lick with my sick d-ck
everybody wants thicck
get twisted with b-tches
p-ss a fist to a pacifist
don’t give a sh-t
i’ll knock you out with my b-tch
throw a wh-r-
i’m straight horrorcore to the core
i’ll leave the gore
i don’t give a f-xk
straight to the top
smoking playas on the block
errbody shocked
when i drop hot
coming straight from the mind
i’m not a kind man
don’t need a fam
used to be called s.a.m
that was f-xking stupid
bang like dwam
shout out too tech
he gets my respect
he should
we misunderstood
hoes should be puffin on his wood
have the best lyrics
has the best fast rap
i want more than just claps
no one knows why i’m goin so stoned
wanna go toe to toe
go cry to your mama at home

(oh my god donny)

don’t need to dress fresh to impress
all i need is my family crest
all i need is to rap
while everyone smoking weed in the back
f-xk i will stay sober
don’t need a blower
so what i rap older
don’t even trip
you gotta listen too get twisted
don’t judge my business
i can rap so slow or fast
i do this
to appeal to the m-ss
i just have a higher cl-ss of sk!ll
through you in the pan no grill
i’m twisted and insane
gotta shoot for the face
but who’s better than him?
better than ever?
f-xk around and get your head severed
shout out to dj premier
he is not a queer
shut up i will put fear

(oh my god donny)

r.i.p. slaughterhouse
too show that i’m a man not a mouse
i don’t need the clout
i’m sorry future spouse
never change what i’m about
strike p-ssy popstars
hit em with the bars
have too drive fast cars
i need something to compete
with my fast speed
and i’m not discrete
straight in your face
like your angry boss
at the workplace
recording at king’s gate
rappin like this since eight
i hate all the fakes
like the p-ssy drake
f-xk your god’s plan
mine is man
deep into the mouth hole
in your soul
know i will never fold
this sh-t is chilly
hot and cold like ice t
don’t f-xk around cause you can’t’t even beef

(oh my god donny)

(freestyle)

kxng crooked: (slaughterhouse!)

- hells manager

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