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letra de bow down - keepaz of the krypt

[chorus: drunk zambini]
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground

[verse 1: drunk zambini]
i’m the slow zambini, i’ma open up with this
you hopin’ that you blowin’ up, but you be suckin’ on your mommy’s tit
blowin’ c-ck smoke off my d-ck, while you be suckin’
’bout to give you golden showers to reduce your bullsh-t down to nothin’
capital z is back, and i’m attackin’, and now i take over the game
you wannabe rappers are washеd up, surroundin’ me, soundin’ the same
you handicappеd rappers can’t touch us, not even with crutches, because
i’m back and slappin’ the t–th out the mouths of the haters and busters, so what?
my flows are divine, and i’m rhymin’ on time, and i come for prediction divine
hittin’ me up with collab propositions, you amateur b-tches be wastin’ my time
poetry level is so low, it don’t even register up on a digital scale
patterns of flows that you showin’ me, beat down by mentally r-t-rded kids in a wheelchair
took a big whiff of your scratch and sniff cigarettes, smellin’ like sh-t so i don’t even care
i gotta be slowin’ my sh-t down, for all of these wannabe rappers to make the diss fair
kru is the king, i’m a drunk fool, get out of my kingdom and work on your sound
i got a medieval jester to come out of his lair, so all of you better bow down
[chorus: drunk zambini]
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground

[verse 2: the jokerr]
j to the o, (yeah) step like godzilla comin’
yeah, i heard it all before, b-tch, stop with the runnin’
off at the mouth, stop with the gossip, my gun is hot
run up in your spot l!cking shots at your f-ckin’ couch
how come everybody wanna talk on my what abouts
b-tch i’ve had enough, and i will not take another ounce
i’m ’bout to turn it up, get hostile, you b-tches in a brothel
i’m ’bout to make a hospital of your house
yeah, i heard what you said, b-tch
lookin’ on the internet, that comment, yeah, i read it
you think you’re anonymous, n-gga, you think it’s craigslist
all i need to do is make a call to get your address
all i gotta do is give a look, i’ll have your ho in my tub
makin’ a whole lotta love like i’m led zep
homie, you a straight slob with a day job, and you hate cars
all i do is music, and i’m fed best
and you really wish you were me (yup), admit it, b-tch
jokerr be makin’ you squirmy while i be rippin’ sh-t
you could spend a decade on a verse and be rehearsin’ it
every day, get it perfect in every way and ridiculous
rhythmic and intricate, witty and figurative, and then go and get
the dopest producer in your city and commission him
have him make the sickest instrumental then spit your sh-t on it
soon as i get on it, motherf-ckers will just forget your bit
homie, you a chicken sh-t, but you got a tail like a peac-ck
talkin’ bout you gonna do what? pshh, please stop
i got peeps from the street to the d block
that’ll make you drink hot pee from a teapot
fe fi fo, motherf-cker, here i come
and i’m thunderous, if you hear the ruckus, better run
f-ck a gun, got the c-ram with the full drum
’bout to pummel you with, let it buck until it stun like
[chorus: drunk zambini]
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground

[verse 3: one man kru]
one man to the kru comin’ through
and i’m comin’ for the head of a motherf-ckin’ clown named joe bruce
heard the b-tch sucks your d-ck for a handful of pain pills
and got f-cked in the b-tt by the devil, now the hole loose
you better bow the f-ck down and recognize
that i’m the master of the wishes that your sold your f-ckin’ soul to
b-tch, i’m the bearer of the light and the truth
and i can stop your f-ckin’ heart like a plate full of soul food
homie, you’re a h0m-, what a ch0m-
i’m ’bout to pipe bomb your ass like a cm punk promo
you took my f-ckin’ beats without a thank you or a dono
without the proper credit, don’t be actin’ like you don’t know
i’m goin’ for your throat, you’re a joke
if i ever see your motherf-ckin’ ass in the street you’re gettin’ choked
you’re a broke d-ck f-ggot, and you’re gonna get your ass kicked
that’s why you didn’t show up, ’cause you don’t wanna f-ckin’ smoke
someone is comin’ for you, and he will never back down
something is coming, i’m ’bout to f-ck you in your ass now
i’m a class clown tryin’ to bring your ass some prominence
but you’re a punk b-tch who’s afraid of my dominance
i’m the motherf-cker would’ve gave another platinum
but then you had to gaslight me, and you tried to act dumb
i’m comin’ for your motherf-ckin’ ass with a magnum
i’ll point it at your brains just before i’m ’bout to blast ’em
f-ck you off your pedestal, you’re just another fat f-ck
who sold your soul to satan just to get another fat chunk
and extract luck from the ones who broke their back up
to make your ass b-tch while you chewed ’em up and spat up
chucked me in the trash just like a piece of f-ckin’ garbage
now it’s comin’ back to bite you in your ass, it’s your karma
and i’m bringin’ all the homies that you treated like sh-t, too
revenge is my weapon, and god is my armor
[chorus: drunk zambini]
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground
you wack motherf-ckers need to learn to bow down
drop down to your knees and open up your mouth
you spit the dopest sh-t and got beats by the pound
leavin’ hopeless rap artists six feet underground

- keepaz of the krypt

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