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letra de anarchy - infamous juice

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[chorus: anarxist]
that sh-t ain’t gonna help me
it only make me lose sleep
you only just a sheep
f-ck what you think of me
that sh-t ain’t gonna help me
it only make me lose sleep
you only just a sheep, f-ck what you think

[verse 1: anarxist]
you can find me on the front page, i’ve been doin’ this since a young age
i’m the headline of the day, matter fact, dead at 16, in this bas-m-nt
i just drop a lift, then i bought it at a store, shoplift, then i drop my list
i’ma run around the city some more
better watch out, or you think, never know what exactly happened inside
[?]
they scared of lies
havin’ them movies and music influences that ruined [?] developin’ minds
let it be known, [?], wastin’ my time

[chorus: anarxist]
that sh-t ain’t gonna help me
it only make me lose sleep
you only just a sheep
f-ck what you think of me
that sh-t ain’t gonna help me
it only make me lose sleep
you only just a sheep, f-ck what you think

[verse 2: ayeneon]
type of gang you talkin’ about?
i’ll choke you out ’til your throat is a drought
this is for real, i don’t need all the clout
kids follow me ’cause i’ma show you the route
“all lives matter,” what you talkin’ about?
unheard is why we poppin’ it out
like travis, we runnin’ the scotts, runnin’ the scotts
ted think he a victim, but he ain’t on the ground gettin’ kicked up
i’ma mini terrorist like a wolf pup, hit a l!ck
call that runnin’ it up, runnin’ it up, runnin’ it up, runnin’ it up to the south
the reaper’s next door, on the same floor
and he ready to chop up all your energy from the same core
discussin’ like i got a kiss from a girl wit’ a cold sore
better yet, stay out, except your four-door death
put the rest, all of your flesh
to your death

[chorus: anarxist]
that sh-t ain’t gonna help me
it only make me lose sleep
you only just a sheep
f-ck what you think of me
that sh-t ain’t gonna help me
it only make me lose sleep
you only just a sheep, f-ck what you think

[outro: ayeneon]
think he real hard ’til he start to see all the bodies drop (drop)
i come out wit’ the ak, pop-pop (pop-pop)
he don’t want no smoke (smoke), this man, he’s real stoked (stoked)
to ill this life, ain’t for he (it ain’t for he)
’cause when you roll with me, i’m causin’ all the anarchy

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