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letra de swanny's guitar - i.k.p.

1:
witness the mental fitness i’m giving em ad infinitum
e pluribus unum, i stole the patent on latin
it’s all about you doubt-ing me, the style in me
i’m broadcasting loud like martin on the balcony
blood of a martyr, and props to sadat x and common
one-nine-nine-nine, a time when mcs was rhyming
unlike now, sounding like wet noodles, they ramen
just as bland; don’t you know you kinda soundin monotonous?
i had to stop boning these flakes i don’t relate to
rather just slay these ungrateful straight dudes
at planet fitness, wishing they quit groaning
you might be horse hung, but you’re still a one-trick pony
no time to shoot the shit haters
go shave your cl-t, traitor
how you a d-ck taker at the mercy of dictators?
looking like a victim of mesothelioma
my bad, don’t mean to give you contusions causing confusion
i’m starting to see the red in your retina
and i’m smelling the smegma d-ck cheese expelling from under your leather
f-ck your species and your genus
you should just gimme brain and call my p-n-s the big angry g*nius
limbs, i amputate em
really you can’t debate em
if you tried to bring my white house down, i’ll get channing tatum
my handsome favorite, pulling big guns for a black prez
obama has nothing on some of my planned changes

hook:
hoe, please don’t violate, eh!
cuz i might just annihilate, eh!
so let’s get it understood
i set straight if you coming sideways, eh!
so let’s get it
let’s, let’s get it
let’s get it understood
i gotta stay on, i gotta stay on
i set straight if ya coming sideways, eh!

2:
drop the beat it’s a done deal
all i need is one k!ll, like speed demons losing the front wheel
if looks could k!ll, i’d wear the best hair
a thomas pink tailored suit and show up with a death stare
hand you wings from red bull and jeremy scott
if them demons from ghost don’t snatch you out your burial plot
i send soulless hopefuls to chern-byl
throw ice brick at the devil’s oven till h-ll’s kitchen froze over
put me up in a sound booth
i’m ready to chew heads like i’m in a scarf covered in hound’s-tooth
you amped you just got branded with a tramp stamp
but somehow you always end up returned to sender
why these white boys that find some jiggle to inject
in they -ss, don’t find the rhythm that connects
why these black f-ggoty-f-gs unhappy
tactfully trashy, spazzing, invariably crashing
i’m a moreno, but never really white or black enough
if i’m racist against both, i ain’t backing up, i’ve had enough
huey quiere hablar lengua para cojer chula
solo sabe la mierda de las malas palabras
ojala, que the sequestren con tus estupideces
y menten machete dentro de su pene…
f-ck with me, or maybe not
but here’s why

3:
womp womp? n-gg-, lyrics they been legitimate
been penning it since you still in ya mom’s kitten kickin it
3 minutes, no music? oh shit, my time is dwindling
kinda ridiculous, but i’ll swing it like i’m at wimbledon
hide the kids from it when i’m live in the premises
might televise private skype fetishes they tried to hide
my grind is infinite; you should just rise like ascendants
your honor’s here, venom spit at your whole line of defendants
walk in the place, my third eye gets offended
already knew the vibe isn’t live until my lyrics finish
at open-f-cking-mic, you got f-cking timer that’s ticking?
where the prizes? paid ten bucks, why am i getting shitted?
f-cked up leg that tires after five freaking minutes
first come, first served; signed up, no kinds of incentive
stand up for three godd-mn hours, the life that i’m living
no time for this business; you don’t know my plight to give limits
i got this undying pride but this fake shit reeks
all this wasted piece of paper to slay this beast
where’s the positivity, you’re f-cking lateness creeps-
me out, you can take this statement to your estate and dream
your little act could never escalate, thick as you are
you still featherweight, you’ll never spit shit sick as these bars
yeah i f-cked up my performance, crowd looking like hounds
sniffin for confidence, and i lacked it
on camera, no static
do what you want with that shit
still battle whenever you want the verbal battery leaving you battered
you a 90s baby? here’s a richard simmons tape and thighmaster
looking like sonic’s cousin knuckles, with the height of a linebacker

hook outro:
hoe, please don’t violate, eh!
cuz i might just annihilate, eh!
so let’s get it understood
i set straight if you coming sideways, eh!

sound out!
yeh people get down down (so let’s get it understood)
no we don’t play, no no
cause i’m around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh

i’m making it sound out
yeh people get down down (so let’s get it understood)
no we don’t play, no no
cause i’m around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh

yeh people get down down (so let’s get it understood)
no we don’t play, no no
cause i’m around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh
i’m making it sound out!

- i k p

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