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letra de twi$ted - jake$wish

sippin’ liquor, i’m twisted
feelin’ the trigger, one shiver, i’ll peel him, leave him face down in the dirt
came to the place in a jeep but left in a he-rs-

if the fame is first the dangers worse
he came in with the flames each verse
the bangers burst
you f-ckin’ with a major jerk
my name is cursed
i’m living on the hated turf
listen to me while i sang this hurt
listen to me while i bang the curb
anger lurks lookin’ for somebody who ain’t deserve
let me see if you can say the same, in vain we slur
i just scored 40 in the paint with fades like dirk
wish i could’ve faked my death before i became this worse
now take a look at me, i’m far from perfect
but i’m awfully certain i got bars that’s worth it
i’m a, white rapper with the darkest purpose
go hard or no b-lls, you fall short, you worthless
im a boss, get a call from the germans
ima go to the top from the bottom determined
f-ck a sermon, i’m sperming on persons in front of virgins
say i’m disturbing but the truth is i’m hardest working
swerving a bimmer, don’t take my foot off the pedal
the loudest motherf-cking speakers screaming loud as electra
i f-cked a couple of lex’s, had one obsessed and the best one i never met but we texted
i just feel bad cause we destined

this for all the dead rappers who said trappin’ was easy
6 feet deep in the ground before they could see me
i ain’t giving out no freebies, either k!ll me or king me
drop the bomb on a b-tch, i ain’t got time for a treaty, believe me
everything’s peachy
i been living freely, no needy b-tch in my face tryna f-ck with my feelings
you gon’ die with no symptoms
drive a whip with no engine
just got back from suspension to go right back to detention
then come home, intervention
i know they mad i been missing
gotta watch my back, i’m suspicious
ain’t no relaxing, i’m gettin’ it
i want my taxes defended
i keep my rapping authentic
all you rappers, in fact, you f-ggots are trash and pathetic
i get no credit
can we speak the facts and forget it?
feel like i’m trapped in my head and i can’t get p-ssed it, i’m fed up
i need a shovel to bury my inner self, i’m the devil
i’m trying hard to bring myself up out of this peril

- jakewish

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