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letra de i killed hip hop 2 - jj demon

yo, i k!lled hip hop, rim shot
in my purple flip flops, flex for the burbs
that’s my word, i’m alfred hitchc-ck
it ain’t the size of your boat, but if you got your sh-t docked
then you’re probably rappin’ about your money
get your wrist watch, tick tock
maybe if i had it, i would do it, too
but i would rather make that sh-t that you bang at your funeral
trashy and unusual, rugged like it’s ’93
i know you love it, but i love the way you keep remindin’ me
finally, this is like a breath of clean air in the ruins of a dynasty
don’t need to be scared
listen rappers, you complete me, i could never lose you
your emptiness inspires me entirely, it’s voodoo
it’s blood inside my diary, my wiring is off
record labels should’ve fired me the day i flipped the cross
now i’m coming for your listeners to open up their minds to what is really goin’ on
here, let me open up the blinds
(see?) [x3]

yeah, you’re in the same school, new grade level, cl-ss is in session
and i hope you brought your grade shuffle,open to today’s lesson
i watched these rappers gettin’ fatter while i starved
but i ain’t starvin’ no more, darling, i’m just watching my carbs
everyone locking their cars like that sh-t’ll stop a beast
your little -ss called the jaws of life, you ain’t got the t–th
i know you’re lookin’ at my scars, it’s a hard brew to swallow
but if pain is beauty, i could be a supermodel
hit the store, scoop a bottle
i don’t know how much you noticed, but i’m a little more vicious now
you’re l!cking your wounds while i’m ripping all your st-tches out
i’m listenin’ to a different tune, r.i.p. to rappers, we’ll be missin’ you, missin’ you
i don’t really listen to your sh-t more than twice, all that tryna be creative sh-t is nice
but i’m surprised to say that i don’t really feel it
and plus, i got the feelin’ that these kids want something with a little more feeling
(really?) [x3] yeah, really

now tell me, can you feel me in your bones?
am i the spider you see crawlin’ across the ceiling of your home when you’re alone
tryin’ to call yourself an artist, and you mean it
but it’s hardest cause you know you ain’t as hard as jj demon
i got your beating heart inside my hand, look at you all wide-eyed and entranced
i will bring you right back from the dead, so i can say bye-bye again, try again
dyin’s what you wear the suit and tie for
to watch you blow your brains out in a car with suicide doors
are you alive, wh0r-?
what the f-ck you alive for?
try to survive less and die more, i’m the advisor
don’t f-ck with me, you won’t-won’t be cool, it’ll be me, and it won’t be you
little me this on the little league list, you just use rap as a coping tool
now i don’t know what you’re hoping to do, i’m an early lead broken in two
i’m doper than dope on the spoon, i’ll k!ll it and open a tomb

i remember when they wouldn’t even look at me
now all the scene girls wanna throw a f-ck at me

really? you won’t know you’re dead until the walls start peeling
revealing all of your fears had come true
did i k!ll hip hop, or just k!ll you?
(hip hop’s dead, hip hop’s not dead)
really? you won’t know you’re dead until the walls start peeling
revealing all of your fears had come true
did i k!ll hip hop, or just k!ll you?

(hip hop’s dead, hip hop’s not dead) [x5]

- jj demon

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