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letra de that 70s song - kid brothers

[verse 1]
hair great, hair straight from the 70s
smells good, real good b-tch you’re smelling me
i’m almighty jim carrey, steve carrel and me
listen kittens we’re spitting. we’re a hot pan with h-lla grease
i’m deep, thin, full of wishes. no one well as me. no one flow well as me
oh you’re telling me hip hops dead but i’m a necrophiliac
no son! turn it off! you don’t want to be hearing that!
i’m your worst nightmare. i don’t really rap
i just really really wish that someone would bring heelys back
i really really wish that someone would bring heelys back
i think they’re cool, i think they’re b-tching!
i’m still, in fact, the rap king crushing you like putty
no silly rap. dating beats. feeling tracks
feeling me. feeling whack

[verse 2]
hair great, hair straight from the 70s
smells good, real good b-tch you’re smelling me
i’m almighty jim carrey, steve carrel and me
listen kittens we’re spitting. we’re a hot pan with h-lla grease
you like drake? i like drake! i like your energy
i’m the elegant centerpiece of music and melodies
all i’m telling is legacies, k!lling it is my tendency
i bet your sweating me because i’m set at heavenly
i rip mics, chew up rappers, it’s my appetite
my flow fornicates with your neurons, f-ck what you have in mind
if you don’t see greatness, then you’re probably blind
i can’t rap in public. his spit outa be a crime
[bridge]
this tongue of mine is on the run
i come with rhymes, i find it fun to stun the minds of young and old
and dumb and wise, it’s my demise to split the lips of these punk rappers
suck my d-ck, f-ck you after
it’s not funny?
f-ck you’re laughter. it’s just banter…
2x

[outro]
my solitude is given up for you. (b-mp it, b-mp it)

- kid brothers

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