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letra de obliterate - i-stein

[intro]
holy guacamole, noah
f-ck you noah! (yeah, yuh, yuh)

[verse: i-stein]
gashes on my skin, poison ivy f-ckin burns
smokin’ out that tin, in that (?) while we turnt
c-cky little b-tch sucking d-ck, she’ll never learn
d-ck up in her bra, in her p-ssy on my shirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m gassed, i do not like the way you talk
breaking bones and breaking (?)
skating tracks in overalls
stomping pigs until i fall
scratchin’ d-ck is scratchin’ b-lls
snortin’ lines of adderall
d-ck up in her p-ssy, top, (?)
that b-tch smells like brocolli
she suck my d-ck properly
make that b-tch my b-tch in her walls on my property
cash out, like monopoly
f-ck your ideology
copy like a copycat, you some i-stein wannabe’s

[verse: eddison]
i grab the choppa, i do not call police
pull up with this stick, i make him sing just likе some r&b
i’m f-ckin’ on yo’ b-tch, and asked that b-tch to suck up on my d
once i gеt it, then i got it, make him rest in peace
spin a n-gga block, i spin his block like some monopoly
you a wh0re, i pull up, start kickin’ in your door, lil’ wh0re
pop a stick and then start sitting on the floor, lil’ wh0re
i cut sh-t up, like don’t be shy, put some more (put some more)
i got 4 bands, imma f-ck yo’ colon
big ass whip, it’s stolen
pull up like it’s frozen, b-tch
pull up, b-tch, like go in
pull up, i might go in, b-tch
i don’t got no lean no more, you pulled up once i pulled it, b-tch
[verse: i-stein]
pulled it, yeah i f-cking pulled that sh-t, uh
stogie in his mouth, and he higher than a frog
i don’t wanna talk, that dat b-tch got me (?)
i got the bar (yeah, huh, yeah uh)
pull up with my bro
pull up wit’ his nose
(?) on bro
(?) like the bro’s
i can f-ck you (?)
i don’t got no (?)
i said you should (?)
get on your kn-knees right hoe
i don’t wanna talk, cause she been f-cking p-ssin’ me
little b-tch boy, wanna talk?
sh-t i’m gon’ send him to the opps
man that sh-t is not that hard, all you m-f-‘s rap out cars
just don’t cry to your ma-ma when when i leave you f-cking sore
yeah, this the way i wanna live so get the f-ck up out of my face
celery, so much smokin’, i’ll leave you f-ckin’ in yo’ place
sittin’ all these flows on my bros, it’s a (?)
where’s my f-ckin’ money that my music gonna generate?
oh? you like that culture? guess you gonna go appropriate
oh, i punch you in yo’ mouth, that medicaid won’t medicate
yeah, i’m on the beat, and my flow it gonna incinerate
and if you gon’ f-ck with me, i’m gon’ f-ckin obliterate (sh-t)

- i stein

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