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letra de shady 2.0 cypher freestyle - ill intent

yo, i don’t know what to say, or where to start
besides the fact that i would stab you, in the heart
and you know it’s art, when i spread your blood around
shut up b-tch don’t make a sound, or get drowned
keep talking to me and get clowned, all over
f-cking with me, is a tall order
you stink b-tch, f-cking odor
the more i rap, i become n0ble
you’re getting a cold shoulder?
of course you are, but from which bar?
evey single one
you feel threatened b-tch, cause i saw you bring a gun
and i’m grilling this beat, with no buns
i’ll k!ll you, defeat is what i bring
let me pause for a second and let that linger

[break]

okay, i’m back on you, horse and saddle
and f-ck yeah, i’m a ride to seattle
maybe grab a paddle
and float, down the river
cook some human livers, in the process
there’s no spot yet, for you and there never will
if i see you b-tches round here, the f-cking drill
will come out, and you’ll get screwed
this is new news, to you b-tches
bars slew, at your face
like a bottle of mace
i’ve let you get a taste, of my freestyle abilities
the f-ck with you b-tch, i’m the real emcee
yeah
now i’m a watch you flee, from the scene
while i bring in weed
that’s the key, to really chilling
when the hoes, i’m not drilling
the h-ll with your f-cky sh-t, no penicillin
i’m over here, throat drowning, in amoxicillin
yeah
i’m losing my feeling, head to feet
i bring the heat
find your b-tch, and skeet
on her face
yeah
let her get a taste
brace, for impact
you get smacked, up
backing up, dump truck
you dumb f-ck, don’t mess with me
do i look like i came from an episode of glee?
this is not a video game
your bars are lame
the sh-t you write, takes no brain, or thought process
as your mom would say, “you’re a hot mess”
but i’m cold as ice, i’ve been nice
sh-t on you twice, when i eat some rice
as i said, you stink, take a bath, you’ve got lice
i don’t care if your name is brice
and you’re sitting in a chrysler
cause i run up like a bird, and sh-t on you
this freestyle, is f-cking through
and h-ll no we can’t draw, a f-cking truce
hang yourself with a noose
cause you’re a nuisance, with no common sense

- ill intent

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