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letra de neon spaghetti - @imn0trj

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verse 1

little rap kid going ratchet and clanking bricks over these b-tches
pull out the hatchet, shooting lightning like i’m nightwolf and then i howl at your mrs
finish her with the facial fatality. casually cause casualties
naturally make a masterpiece

like masterchief… i leave a halo above anybody thinking that their fire matches me
but i still lay low. i say no sh-t unless it pays off. switch it up like denzel rae don curry

i’m spicy. but they milk me of my creativity. draining my flavour
fists flying. i’m urijah faber. blackbird in the night
guess i’m kinda dangerous. sh-t…

tried hitting me but them disses missing me cuz my mind acts dismissively of these kids like we in the in an abortion clinic
writing hieroglyphics. only the highest in the building can get it
yeah…

i’m a mental rebel devil taught me never settle battles gently
soul blacker than venom. heart is made of metal. made to bring the terror
call me the bmt. robotic beast breaking leashes, eating bodies like zillakami mecha
don’t run up on me little b-tch. life’s short so don’t start to sprint
i bet ya…

i could pop out like kr, pop a lil xan then limp away with them ink tears
like hold up, hold up. wait
writing this sh-t is just mental rape
i don’t get out. i don’t even shave. i just sit down and write for hours and hours and hours and…

verse 2

now i’m on a whole new frequency and recently i’ve been making heat more frequently. freaking these b-tches out cuz i’m a freak
ya see, i gave em cataracts. i’m shooting uv rays if you mention me cuz…

little b-tch you better not be tryna flex on me
ya hoe be calling, talking, texting me s-xually
but i don’t know what the b-tch really expects from me
although i can tell you that a couple of bangers be coming eventually. ay

mama am i doing okay… mentally? mama done said to me
no lil’ ro you gon’ have to change it. rearrange it
i be on my bruce wayne sh-t. f-ck the fame sh-t. nice till the dark of the night hits

unlucky for the rich b-tch finna get his wrist slit by the manic misfit
oh sh-t
really wanna see me leave his neck split? next its your hoe in my d-mn bed b-tch. spaz in her p-ssy like i’ve got tourette’s b-tch

d-mn

breaking records when i record. i do this sh-t with no effort
and now i’m bringing a storm
like thor, i’m hammering all of my messages
i don’t feel no pressure. young lord waging war
against anybody thinking they are the face of the rap game
you gon’ get slaughtered

intricate rhythmic rapping be ripping these kids up. when i pick up the pencil
call me john wick cuz i’ll stab a b-tch, break his bones like they’re made of pretzels
wicked. wicked. wicked flow. the sickest. sickest. sickest show

i’m gifted with my brainsickness. twisted insane sh-t. unstable, i’m krizz kaliko
this ain’t just strange music, it’s a deranged fusin between satan and me slaying these beats and using the corpses of every rapper as meat to make stew with

yeah. yeah. yeah

chorus

i’m uneven. i’m odd
i’m number 1. i’m the god
i’m the goat with these bars
i’m rj. i’m unstoppable

i’m unstoppable
i’m unstoppable
i’m unstoppable
i’m… unstoppable

x4

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