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letra de filipino boy freestyle - joshua morata (denounced)

[intro]
bang, bang, bang, bang
bang, bang, gang, gang
gang bang, orgy
yuh, uh, yuh

[verse 1]
now settle down, b-tch. let morata tell you a tale, about a wheezy motherf-cker and his road trip to h-ll
he takes a couple puffs, wedging on the edge of the road, about to crash but, wake his buddy’s -ss up
bad luck, up the next morning to remember the night
only to rewind on the tape to see if he did it right
no muscle memory, not even his -ss could have the energy to claw his way back out to freedom, no church or mausoleum worked
there’s no going back, life he’s in’s a death trap
people testing in the streets, home invasions and police
death nukes, blind bombs, ‘nother aim for pentagon
cheeto man be doing nothing even if he’s up to something

[hook]
b-tch, don’t you know that every white boy ain’t a king?
b-tch, don’t you know that every white girl ain’t a queen?
f-ck outta here with that nonsense you preaching at
filipino boy said it, and the music made him do it

[verse 2]
kanye copycat, stumpeddeath told me that
sit back, motherf-cker, who you think you’re talking at?
sit your -ss down and try to write a rap, i will laser you with alien f-cking eyes, b-tch
do a rappy song for radford, twice, b-tch
dance around to a little jackson 5 cover, b-tch
all work and no play, demons come the more i pray, i sold my soul to the devil, this is all he had to say…
tell your parents i arrived, another blame for homicide, the reason your own cl-ssmates shoot up hallways like it’s ’99
i’m the reason that you hate him, blame the music and berate him
tell the people that’s he’s nothing, offer suicide or something
tell him that his music’s sh-t, keep rapping or call it quits
despite the little help he’s got, the lack of love for afterthoughts
i’m the reason that he has, he’s lying through his t–th that he found god. he’s just another punk b-tch, oh my lawwd

[interlude]
yuh, yuh, yuh, it’s lit yeah

[outro]
to whoever’s listening to this, tell your friends
that, i-i’m gonna f-cking blow up one day, one day, okay
yeah, i mean-you guy-i might be-uh-uhm
you guys, you or your friends may think i’m a loser
and i am, but that’s besides the point, okay
once i blow up, if ever, okay, i’m going to show up to your front lawn
i’m gonna pull every f-ckin’ flower outta your garden, i’m gonna p-ss on your doorstep, and i’m gonna say;
“f-ck you, i’m making money!
you keep doing you, and i keep doing me, cause i can do this and you can’t, b-tch”
yuh, yeah, yeah, yuh

- joshua morata denounced

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