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letra de aluminum bat - jarren benton

[prelude: jarren benton]
the f-ck these niggas talking about, man?
i ain’t paying attention to none of the shit these niggas be talking about, man!
where the f-ck my squad at? f-ck it!

[verse 1: jarren benton]
f-ck all that shit that you talk, i’m as sick as my thoughts
i’m from atlanta, i never was a fan of the hawks
you can find me spitting game at your b-tch
better aim and then spit
i paint the sky with the brains of a snitch
put your remains in the ditch
i’m getting brains in the six
reclining the seat and she gon’ lick the veins in my d-ck
the same f-ggots that dap you up, be the ones that clap you up
thank god we made it through days darker then daffy duck

funny how niggas rally when cops k!ll em’, but when black on black violence is through the ceiling niggas is chilling
i’m p-ssing on that groupie pussy, let my brodie’s have it

i’m out in manhattan tryna’ f-ck with zoey kravitz
f-ck love i ain’t searching for no cinderella
i’m blowing dope that’ll blow my brains in the interstellar
rappers dressin like they into fellas’
little ways to the top so i’m rapping like i’m still in the cellar
lord benton i always been into whoreish’ women
spilling pinot grigio on my linen in venice

c.i.a. invented crack with a sinister chemist
long talks with god til’ my spirit’s replenished
yeah, i do this for your grandson whose life was taken by a quicker kid behind a hand gun
y’all ain’t f-cking with mr. benton, that’s ludacris
slice open my wrist and pull out the devil’s computer chip

b-tch, y’all b-tch -ss niggas sleepin on the godd-mn god like sealy’s posturepedic mattress, nigga. look here man f-ck this shit im done rapping, man, aye pounds get at these niggas let’s wake em’ up!

[verse 2:pounds]
hard to stay clean with both hands in the business
b-tches think you balling with four grand in the district
toe tag in an instant, so animalistic, throw hands in them fishes

you throw bands at them b-tches
i’m lucky left in the brougham with the dishes whores chug slugs like c-ke cans and a biscuit
i’m smoking lethal knocking the best of seagull
f-ck the block push profit of packerino

uhh, i put beam to heads aim, screaming lets bang
through your green and red frames, yeah 125 like a portion of fifth
i’m just gon’ throw my fork in the ditch, shit corpse in the lift
uhh! now pussy, why you lying on your songs
bet you stop her when i bop her, [put that iron on you lung
hammer the way, then it has a graphic display, fashion a cake
see you boys is cashing the way, on loud but open bad cats in the shay
hygien controls, madame strap pat in the b’
i’m still alive, further than they ever thought
consensual fire and watch you beg for water

[bridge:jarren]
y’all niggas way too f-cking sensitive, y’all some b-tch -ss niggas, we bringing that hardcore shit back, it’s that aluminum bat to your f-cking skull, shit. ey chris get these f-ck niggas!

[verse 3: chris rivers]

chris the shit, young feces that’s my alias
lord of rap, the jaws’ll crack i ram a nazi atheist
make believe is with my radience, my radius is here to aliens
f-ck a top 10 i’m top 9 like ms.radius
f-ck a b-tch and save the world, the rest is miscellaneous
pull out on a stack, don’t even know what a baby is
was born a grown man, force my thoughts to homelands
had to hold it with both hands, cuz’ i never had a baby d-ck
what’s crazy is, they trapped us in the system, every premonition, vision beat the pick, the nicest victims
pray for knowledge, pay for college , pay for coffe is for our children that hold their father’s leave like hoodb-tches dating pilgrims
nigga listen, i’m the truth never had to miss a tooth, the gap is disembolic, from the diss is struck from me to you
rappers scared to say my name like beetlejuice, shocking like they seeing zeus
i know they pray that change is coming but it took the scenic route, it’s got it’s rivers

- jarren benton

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