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letra de mad fright night! - kay phixips

[intro]
-sample-

[verse 1]
sit back, relax
it’s the fact-kicker
kick a n-gg- head till he dead
i attack with a pen
old school sh-t for the macs and the pimps
i’m a problem when i spit, i relapse and repent
resuscitate the game when i rap, add a risk
not a f-cker to be playing on a mac on a desk
but a sucker for a drink
i laugh when i clink
the devil doesn’t wait
he latches on my waist
a problemed child, running wild
thought of being bad as vile
till one day my homie kyle
brought a bottle, drown in sorrow
d’usse had me doing eurosteps
role model – no
but have n-gg-s heard of crystal meth?
cop tomorrow
a country n-gg-, but accustomed to the city life
ignorant as f-ck and gon’ be dumb-ing till the day i die
hypocritic parasite
see you in my afterlife
stick you with a pair of dice
seven got me snake eyes

[hook]
-sample-

[verses 2]
what the, what the, what the, what the f-ck you gon do?
n-gg-s from the yard, from the trench, from my crew
are here to f-cking find you, eyed quick, n-gg-
you bow when you pray cause you a spineless n-gg-
divine d-ck down from a bezzle-filled worshipper
devil in a dress, no wonder why i worship her
caught in a front when i laugh, when i speak
lost in my thoughts; will i crash, will i preach?
lot full of psalms, but you laughing at each
try to live by it, i gasp when i see
these inconsiderate middle men
who belittle you when there is
differences in your spirit
eager to bleed you, or cherish it
gotta flock here to knock
is it sheep or the vixens?
going like poppa doc
and my winky f-cks your b-tches
n-gg- this is me when i am playing, sh-t
when we talking ye
i’m like “the f-ck is you saying, b-tch!”
crunch time, order them
blow you kisses, more to them
i will pop you till you taste the tart in ya mouth from war or sin
motherf-cker this is fun sh-t being spinned
real sh-t get your motherf-cking head thinking too much
f-ck, you b-tches thinking this a head rush?
knucks are being hit into your thinker, you a dead sl-t
this is to the n-gg-s, ones who d-ckin’ round but have c-nts
always heard the f-cking gun sounds
now we sound guns, f-cker
i be on my gospel sh-t
speaking on my hostile sh-t
put you in the hospital
pulled from right inside your hostel quick
innocence all drowned away inside a bottle
i just hope there’s better days here for me tomorrow

[hook]
-sample-

[outro]
it’s the mad f-ckin’ fright night, n-gg-!

- kay phixips

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