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letra de gutted - ikemefuna

[verse 1]
click clack never the bullsh-t get past me
here’s facts, gracing the pulpit exactly
cold spot, whip up on the stovetop, its cocaine
dope blocks, for those who smoke rocks, i’m dope man
back with my team, i’mma clash with a beam
you laugh with no teeth, better spaz with a leash
stay clowns to be i am curving your faction
bullets for n-gg-s, affirmative action
serving the tre like a prison kitchen
when i’m closing the curtains, no intermission –
knowing the code is to murk while i’m hid in vision
hold down your turf as the blade is sifting
through your clothes, thus your shirt is all black envisioned
chest covered in dirt, but it lacks condition
so vexed, uttered so curt by a vast attrition

[chorus]
it’s the cl-ssic, citizen kane
and i’m spazzing, militant aim
you ain’t packing, n-gg-s get slayed
get no traffic, isn’t there shame? (x2)
and i’m gutted (x12)

[bridge]
sc-m of my soul, please grow old
every lesson i’ve been told
reeks of privilege writ in bold
tend to the rabbits, mark my foes (x4)

[verse 2]
what the f-ck?
lean a n-gg- out like a styrofoam cup
i was born ready, never been a black chump
blackstar extended pump double dutch
one, two, three – they wanna shoot me
establish my shots but it’s not a movie
three piece like lee harvey oswald
gun got extensions that you cannot call
one man army don’t need no help
chopper make a n-gg- suplex himself
victory sure does taste like h-ll
pack my skeletons right on the shelf
motherf-cking king to all of my peers
step in the room, b-tches quaking in fear
bad blood that i cope without tears
got the trench foot, i’ve been here for years

[chorus]
it’s the cl-ssic, citizen kane
and i’m spazzing, militant aim
you ain’t packing, n-gg-s get slayed
get no traffic, isn’t there shame? (x2)

[outro]
shoutout to deathbomb, want war? this uno severe like its defcon
got a full clip – put your chest up, bullet vacate til your body gets slept on
keep it on lock for the season, i do not f-ck with paid thugs like policemen
i’m just embracing the treason, 1312 til my mind is depleted

[post-chorus]
and i’m gutted (x12)

- ikemefuna

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