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letra de '99 freestyle - joel sieradzan

[intro]
ayo, yo, yo
(here to the, here to the)
yo, okay, mm, look
(here to the, here to the, here to the)

[verse]
i’m a sinner that’s gon sin again, a winner that’s gon’ win again
a cynic that’s gon spit the seven sins in ink and split the pen
it isn’t what you think it’s like, i write the bars and i ignite
my mouth on fire so when i spit the flames the heat just shrink the mic
it’s kinda sick the way i think of rhymes, i’m colder than a flu
when you feel symptoms in the wintertime, i told her i’m the truth shе said she think that i’m the sl!ckest guy shе’s known
i told her who would be next if you had to pick the guy?
she said n0body, no one even compares, normally i don’t
really care but i agree with her there, in fact i think whoever
doesn’t has cerebral impairments cause to think i ain’t
the greatest is comedic at best, cleaning the mess that
these [f-ggots] leave for me to address
cause i’m mean and could care less about you being upset
i do mean it in jest but sometimes i’m really serious depending
if you try to test or come at me with a threat
i’m so evil, offending people’s congenial when you compare
to the other things i’ve got in me to commend, i agree with my sins
and often be repeating them and i don’t care what the
consequences of repeating them is, asking me to repent’s like
asking for the seat that you’re friend’s sitting in after he called shotgun and agreed to get in but you swore that you said it first
now he’s just being a d-ck, now you sit in the back salty like them vinegar chips, i’m just sinister with this sh-t i’m the sinisterest
i don’t think that’s a thing, but i say it so sick that it is
everything that i spit, all the sh-t i’ve written and said
compared to yours: your sh-t is mia, but i hit, never miss
that’s the difference with this, all you b-tches wish you was it
like the wick on the stick of the tnt that i just lit
once i hit the base i explode like military attacks, your sh-t is trash even the garbage man gon put the sh-t back
f-ck a hook i just rap, i’m writing a book on this track
and y’all gon listen to the words and f-cking look at this chapter
that i’m writing, b-tch i’m wilder than gene cooking a batch of
w-lly wonka chocolate with a tonka truck in ass, i’ma f-ck up
this track, i’ve just had enough of this mass under appreciation
better wake the f-ck up ‘fore i spaz and murder every single one
of you mof-ckers i can, “indestructible animal” is the description
i said when i’m asked how i would describe in 20 letters or less
myself when i be on the mic, i swear to god i’ll wreck him and him and any other [f-ggot] that try step to my pen, cause when it’s all said and done i’ma be here ’till the end

- joel sieradzan

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