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letra de texdex (version 1) - hudskis

(the crimson chin!)

[madjax]

yeah uh uh uh uh
i feel like sh-t
(uh uh) i feel like sh-t i feel like sh-t i feel like sh-t
ah ah ah ah
ooh eh ooh uh

yo
yo

smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
smokin that pack
ak-47 i use it to fight
i’ve never been better my mental it wiped

my vision is foggy but never been clearer
alcohol tryna bring death to my liver

he talking his sh-t he sh-t, get down
and his b-tch suck on my d-ck d-ck (yuh)
she suck on my d-ck and my t-st-cl-s
he tryna find out but i kept it all (yo!)
yuh yuh

i’m on a washing machine
that’s why my flow is so clean and i bust on the beat and it bust out your t–th
do you know what i mean? (yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh)
why you talking all that sh-t sh-t?

he talk all that sh-t but not talking to me me
my flow it slap, and my voice is squeaky

i pull up and that p-ssyboy is still talking he weak weak
talking and talking and flocking to me me
he sounding like sh-t and he hoppin on safe piece

yuh!

why that p-ssy talkin?
i drop the body and then i just drop it
-incoherent yelling-
get up in the motherf-cking
yoooo!

(eugh, mm, yes)

[hudskis]
ay ay ay

my flow electric my flow all be tech tech
skating on beat my flow fingers be tech deck
all in one week my life savings be set set
i do not worry no worm like a vet vet

i do not ruin i’m moving so fast that i’m going
through just like a beam that i knew it
i think that i threw it the people are booing
because they don’t know i’m pursuing and viewing

their fate
take another week but i’m on my way
beep bop beep go and take another day
oh you seem like the other mother taze
no i tease don’t get another phrase

all of you people
wanna go hate when i’m fly like a seagull
begging to bake but i’m bigger than beaker
wearing alone and it’s all on my t-shirt

just like a demon you fiending
you fiending
the drugs and the taste that you beating or meaning
now what is the meaning
the meaning you like that’s appealing you squealing
you feeling those bites on your face that you’re dealing with
i don’t care about your problems what you’re dealing with
i done got a problem with your attitude you reeling it
life is just a game and i lost just a little bit
temper like a pimple better pop better end of it

the sound that pops that makes you wanna go insane

i don’t have a brain
i really don’t

that’s why i can’t think of lyrics
freestyling as i hear it
desiring what to fear it
and i do not know these lyrics!

- hudskis

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