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letra de massacre - juro, joon jukx

[juro x joon jukx – m-ssacre]

[hook – juro]

murder, i murder these rappers
these rappers i murder
i chew em all up
what
murder, i murder these rappers
these rappers i murder
i chew em all up
what
murder, i murder these rappers
these rappers i murder
i chew em all up
what
murder, i murder these rappers
these rappers i murder
i chew em all up
what

[verse – juro]

i’m lyrically -ss-ssinating
your whole style
is self destruction
i shoot em
i buck em
you p-ssy
i f-ck em’
i’m juro
your nothing
when you talk
i know your bluffing
i turned my ex into a hoe
i’m sure the rest of ya’ will love it
my att-tude’s like abstinence
i’m not the one to f-ck with
the sh-t i spit is raw
ain’t no protection
when i’m f-ckin’ on a beat – no industry
omg “ghost-play” – these women love me in the sheets
i’m a beast – im a savage
talk is cheap
i will dismantle what you can’t do
i’m like rambo, gripping handles
coming at you from nyc to orlando
orlando to houston texas
infinitee on that nexus
attention, but need i mention
wack rappers are on my hit list
in fact – i capture these dimwits
trap n delete their existence
in an instance
i’m sick with a twisted flow
like a blunt enriched with that blow
i’m not a role model
i’m a real model tho
you see i wife models
but i body hoes

[hook – juro]

[verse – joon jukx]

run forest, better run forest, before that slave master come and hunt for us
got a new pump
with a couple sh-lls, i’d knock a n-gga off the front port
west side, n-gga west side
glock nine, like a tech nine
bout to upgrade him to, a flat line, send 100 bullets to his neckline
real talk, n-gga real talk
she a third wheel, then i might f-ck
flagged up, with a dirty burner, run up on a n-gga if he iced up
i ain’t playing with you little n-ggas, i’m a catch a body
when you a little bigga, throw your body in a little river
watching little n-ggas pour a little liquor
did it one time, for the one time
run up on a n-gga like the one time
crunch time, when it’s gun time
i ain’t playing with you, that’s your homie, then he laying with you
when you see me, i be h-lla fresh
when i see you, you be h-lla stressed, c and the d’s doing h-lla time
i’m surprised he ain’t telling yet
h-ll and back, a n-gga been there
in ya b-tch, a n-gga been there
i’m in there, like swimwear
wa’ gwan’ i’m the top boy
tomahawk leave your top gone
run around with them rent-a-cops
why you acting like a hot boy (like a hot boy)

[hook – juro]

- juro joon jukx

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