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letra de teamwork - k. stone

[verse 1: k. stone]
i’m not the average savage with ten ton baggage
lightin’ tracks like matches near reactive gases
i mutilate and detonate every second rate
heavyweight to regulate this endless waste
homie you can’t captivate a single date
all you do is irritate with your vintage bait
come to my vicinity without an affinity
for high agility you’ll need a dose divinity
especially when i’m rollin’ with the dix
droppin’ more dope so y’all get your fix
specialists on our special sh-ts
y’all going down like some special kids
ain’t a chance to clap back when you a fat rat
y’all busted heat like a pile o’ scr-ped strap
prepare to get f-cked like a tier p-rnography
dix tell your story like an autobiography

[verse 2: the dixter]
today was just like any other day
logged on to hypixel and wondered what game i was gonna play
i joined skywars, since that’s my thing
dominating even though i have 150 ping
the cages open, i start looting a chest
i hear blocks near me, looks like i have a guest
i throw a snowball, and the guy falls down
he thought he could get me early, what a clown
i bridge to mid and k!ll another guy
now i have all the mid loot and i didn’t even try
but then i turn to my left and what do i see
is that a motherf-cking team of three
so i guess it’s time to finally tryhard
i’m gonna turn their island into a f-cking graveyard
they start shooting at me, but no one hits
i’m going to use my tnt to blow their island into bits
two die while the other guy runs away from the threat
wait, why is he running to mid, oh f-ck, oh f-ck the chests reset
but i teleported there with my ender pearl kit
he told me that it was unfair and that i should quit
i said shut the f-ck up you f-cking hypocrite
then i stabbed him and told him to, eat sh-t

[verse 3: k. stone]
dix kicked his sh-t now it’s back to k
now most of these hoes got jack to say
spittin’ nothin’ but pseudo science
for some simple pseudo guidance
put some pressure and watch ’em falter
keep it up, see them flip like vaulters
i know a couple of ’em myself
always on the flex like his biceps
thinkin’ that they dope like a crack kilogram
stuck in the past like a blank uncle sam
and they hoes on a fine line like three stacks
a couple more straws on the back and she cracks
can’t put the blame on her, i don’t
celebratin’ but i’ll put up my front
and to think that you could’ve dodged it all
now you’re worth less than dog sh-t dawg

- k stone

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