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letra de blood popsicle - jayvin

[jayvin]

my philosphy is effort
honestly, i’m not a prodigy
and if y’all ever, tried as hard as me
then dawg, y’all would probably be better
i’ma squeeze berettas, i’ma leave ’em dead
i’m i’ma keep directly focused
on the dopeness cause i own this
and i own this every onus, f-ckin’ pole wit
they’re like “oh sh-t!” this the g.o.a.t. sh-t
i’ma throw yo corpse in the mothaf-ckin’ ocean
and the [?] finally notice, then the old bits (?)
and your fame will be thanks to me, hate on me
watch what you say to mе
the idea that you’re dopеr than me
is just blatantly make believe
this is a robbery pay the fee
b-tch, i don’t play gently
i’d rather wave the heat fatally
i make the beat a slave to me, the chain to me
let’s play multiplayer in halo 3 on the same tv
just take the screen for example, ’cause i’ll spilt you in half
if you wanna play them games with me
and every enemy getting toe tagged, man
i just hit a base i told ’em “go ham, fam!”
pulling the heater and then it go bam, bam!
i was brought up in tacoma, that’s a no man’s land
jayvin stay with toys wit’ ’em, used to hang with gangsters loitering
make you fade away, i’m foiling ya plans
asa jake & jayvin makin’ noise, and it’s
radiation poisonin’ for fans
i’m boilin’ the man, boy up in the van
san-transcending
pay attention, i’ma debt ’em, with a sentence, like you epstein
should i mention, this the next gen? this a section, that we best in
and i’m flexin’, wit’ a weapon, like a texan, and i’m treadin’
every f’in, loser, i shoot cha, with the ruger, and bozooka
like “booyah!” i’m the ruler, king koopa
evisceration, these the rage thoughts; gonna pay off
and since i’m asian, maybe i’ma just make that k pop
i’m aaliyah, so your plain drop, wait stop!
y’know jay’s bars always hard
like 80 year-old c-cks, you stay soft
i blend to make music like ray charles
i’ma punch you 10 times in the same spot
i’ma k!ll everyone on the planet when i aim shots
and ever since i was a little kid, and i was sittin’ in
my living room and i was scribblin’ and pennin’ in the
middle of the innercity, just gettin’ busy with the crayons
i been causin’ the chaos
flippin’ phrases for the fully fake frauds
finna feast of f-ckly, f-ckin’ face off (?)
k!llin’ the citizens
give a sh-t if they innocent, when he is spittin’ the
synonyms, he be sweeter than cinnamon
but he is evil with insidious sinister sentiments
these idiots ain’t even livin’ as if
they be some sentient creatures
they needa just simmer it down
squeezing the trigger and it spin ’em around
call the clinic, quickly k!lling you clowns
kinda cuckoo, cool wit’ criminal crowds
[i’ll finish this another time, lol]

ya dead in the moment
when death is approachin’
i’m treadin’ competitors
flesh to the bone and
i endlessly go
like perpetual motion
i’m sendin’ a message
to anyone dope, that
i’m ready to show that
you never can go, toe
to toe with a goat and
i’m doper than those
that’re legends of old
i mow them, i’m holding the chrome and i’m
letting it go, and it’s blowing
a whole lotta bullets in
the closest direction
of any opponent
the weapon is scoped and
my reticle’s on ’em
you get overthrown like
the emp’rer of rome and
i’ve never been better
i’m never kanessa
the second i own all the treasure
in every throne
never let me get in the zone
clip so big, that i’m never reloadin’
and you not raw!
laughing at chu mothaf-ckas ha ha!!
the golden fleece rappers are the top dogs
jayvin & asa better than all y’all~

[asa jake]

i’m the pinnacle, see the peak of embodying
lyrical schemes to read melancholy
we call it lockdown, keepin’ it lowkey
women owe me, see it’s ironic
’cause i treat ’em like property, desecrate my prey
call it “pseudonym”, ’cause i made a name
tryna stop my paper; call it paperweight
now i eat off my paper; paper plate
y’all not feces, that mean you ain’t sh-t
me & jayvin slay sh-t, y’all don’t needa debate it
i sweep broads off they feet
now peep, that’s a broad sweeping statement
don’t think that you got what i mean
we running the streets like we joggin’ the streets
know who spittin’ the toughest h-ll you like
i told the chick i broke up with ’cause “it’s not you, it’s me”
talk to the heat
finna get combatted better
any bitter b-st-rd better bet i been the baddest
been infallable, you been the fat, and the biggest b-tch imaginable
collateral damage, and steady rapping, wishing about uh, “who is amicable?” (?)
i’ma get it rapping, with the gift of rapping
rippin’ a rapper like i’m wrapping a gift that’s wrapped
get it? it’s a rap for you!
if you didn’t get it, then i’m hackin’ you
split ’em in half, you better have/half like you b-tches unattractable
i’m a spiteful wreck
if you f-ckin’ with me, you plan to lose, wait
you ain’t getting what i just said
“plan to lose weight” like a diabet
if you f-ckin’ wit’ me, then i’ma jump out my seat
and i’ma come through the screen like cybers-x
your talk is cheap, but i don’t buy your sentence
kinda like 9/11, i’m fly to death!!
you hate people? i’m ya mascot
i’ve got the gat c-cked
you don’t have blocks, say you have a “ton”
but you got it backwards, no you have “not”
f the smack talk, when i grab that strap (pop, pop!)
like your dad’s part
finna call you an insta model
everyone’ll like it when you get your ass shot!
i disintegrate ya
finna be emaciated with no paper, you sniffin’ cocaine
if you thinkin’ you gon’ save the game with
any of those, pitiful flows, & typical tropes, a bit of a brigader
i’ll steal yo girl later
if she don’t, gimme dome; finna cobain her
it’s a no-brainer
i sh-t on these fakers
takin’ a number two on you isn’t my nature, it’s second nature
ya chick wearin’ makeup, she still ugly
kinda like me when i hold the simmy
i can rap with a mac to ya face
yeah, it won’t be pretty
a boatload of envious, foes hopin’ that he slip gon’ be trippin’
gon’ be pittied if he f’in wit’ me and he lippy in tacoma city
flow is heavy like it’s cumbersome of weight
they knowin’ that he gon’ be griddy ’cause i punch you in ya face
ya ho ain’t pretty tho, she pretty dope at something like f-ll-tio
she videoed it, then she finna upload to her page
i come in the place, place, come in the place, but has come a place (?)
i ain’t “gang, gang” but i’ma aim, musket to ya brains
prison warden and a real estate agent
i’m giving you the bars, then i put you in your place
say you’re doper than us? h-ll no!!
my reaction to your track is [?]
we’re like [i genuinely have no f-ckin’ clue what he’s saying here]
almost fell over, laughing like we tell jokes
we spray the automatic, and ain’t no tacos man
but i wrap up the beef with the sh-lls tho
yeah, both of us are sperm donors
you sell nuttin’ i sell loads!
we be seeing through you opaque spitters
won’t hang with a, oj k!ller, cobain, hitler
what i’m tryna say: there ain’t no thang sicker
don’t vape, and i don’t smoke haze, y’all be on cocaine
just to get yo brain hindered, y’all drank liquor
all ya crew gotta be sewn together to create art
that’s a mosaic picture
me: giant. fee, fi, fo, fumm!
i feed on the feet of feeble fleece where i’m from
figured i felt the failure but formidably
i found my feet before this feature was done
now the feature’s done

- jayvin

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