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letra de black cat - johplin

[intro]
right, and i can do it in a whole lotta different ways
i can make it sound fast, i can make it sound slow
i can make it sound anyway i want it to
like for instance

[verse 1]

black cat!
if you have an issue with my music
take a f-ckin’ d-ck and shove it
cause i don’t give a f-ck about your feelings
this music sh-t is keepin’ me from f-ckin losin’ it
i gotta get all the pain out
even if it means i gotta talk d-mn violently
so crack a smile b, or f-ckin leave cuz i don’t give a f-ck if my lyrics cause a d-mn democracy

[verse 2]

i’m still gonna be here, making this sh-t work
i’ll stab any f-ckin haters with a rusty pitchfork
f-ck you talkin sh-t for? cuz my d-ck stuck in ur wh0re
or is it cause you’re mad a 15 year old makes more
than you, or your f-ckin jew friends from jerusalem
thankin’ god that hitler died to hе can’t put some gas in ’em
it’s getting out of hand i know thе industry hates that
but sometimes you p-ssies gotta face the d-mn facts
words don’t hurt anybody, shut the f-ck up and grow a pair
or this world is gonna go out in f-ckin despair
and i’ll be off the laughing gas in my lair
watching fresh prince of bel’ air, f-ckin’ your b-tches in pairs
i hate n0body, besides the b-tches who hate me
i don’t care if you are a different s-xuality
i just say this sh-t because it helps
get the pain out like oxycontin that you got for free
[verse 3]

d-mn, this sh-ts gettin’ spooky
clappin’ at your crew and they runnin like some baboons, (yeah)
after she heard my sh-t, she wanna come f-ck with me
so i said, “why don’t you stick around, make some memories?”
one pump chump with the motherf-ckin’ ratchet
blow your brains out we gonna motherf-ckin’ splat it
weed f-ckin stinks like i took a shat in it
smokin’ one then ill have you flyin’ like aladdin
throat punch your b-tch for not suckin’ my d-ck
we throw karate kicks at opposition
i know that the f-ggot with no uncle ain’t talkin
your granny suckin’ d-ck, her little wig got me stalkin’
jack and the d-mn beanstalk, which is my c-ck
belittle your d-mn genitals, spittle on my fiddle
she twirlin’ on the d-ck like a d-mn ballerina on lsd
f-ckin’ like a p-rn star who needs a gram of weed

[verse 4]

those last lines were wack, f-ckin your b-tches crack
she knows she want my d-ck, but does she want it back
the rap game fallin’ out, i need to cut the slack
so i made radical, some cheese for the rats
i love my music but the public doesn’t
cause b-tches do tiktok dances and show their ass off
sl-ttin’ on the internet for some d-mn money
just use that “talent” for somethin less bummy
you washed up c-nts can’t do sh-t for the world
i said before, f-ck the world, throw it in a twirl
so that kind of contradicts what i just said
but whatever, i’m havin’ fun so i will prevail

[outro]

i’m creepin’ to your doorstep
can’t assure your daughter won’t get wet
i got her p-ssy purrin’
and i got that b-tch whirlin’
she gobblin’ swallowin’ my d-ck like a hollow tip
penetrate her p-ssy lips, her walls be massagin’ it
limp d-ck, ima pull it out and smack a fat cl-t
i had some trouble fittin’ it in, i think i ripped it

- johplin

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