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letra de nosetalgia freestyle - kidddalegend

[verse 1]
36 chambers of this wu-tang flavor
death come upon all of those that don’t pay homage or cater
tippin’ these n-ggas over their pay, and they weren’t waiters
the dirt made us, from which god created us
long pins and needles, stickin’ the gov’t up for our pay cuts
you say what?
k-i-dd l-o-e
bullet in the middle of this scene
d-a l-e-g-e-n-d
da legendary bars that’ll make your wife scream
keep her screaming til i sprinkle her wit my ice cream
you can act feisty, then catch a left-right, see
ominous crime scenes when the boy shoots rhyme schemes
i’m here to rob you top-to-bottom, froze up like cake icing
hate to find your boo in the tub wrapped in saran bloodied up
cut from head-to-toe, cavity left open, sewn together screwed up
face chopped and screwed, t–th missing, looking like leatherface, w-ssup?
all because of you being homesick
from the candy cane nosetricks
i’m focused
can’t force this open like sewn-closed lips
i’m open to suggestions of torture, how should you approach this?
are you hardcore, or are you bogus?
dodging bullets like missed dates for civil court
and getting hit with fines finer than meagan good and k. d. aubert
so many mistakes with morale, the kidd just can’t be stubborn
heard these boys nowadays end up in death accidents, i hope you covered
also heard these boys are changing up with sweatpants and funny hair cuts
about to put them to sleep with sepulchres, this ain’t no party to slumber
this material type won’t ever make the stereos
elicit sounds makes you wonder about your heroes
but its all about mii, and you can bet there’ll be no more…
yawwwkk!!!

[intermission]

[verse 2]
you wanna see a dead body?
i guarantee you won’t be the same, so don’t try me
36 bars of lethal weapons, wu-tang and mel gibson
you gon’ need an entire battalion to fight me
one hand around my back, gun in my back pocket
karate chop your neck, hole through ya stomach wit the rocket
easy pickings for the feeble-minded that’s living
i got dinner sitting on the table, ready in the kitchen
arm-leg-leg-arm-head, the whole body
cannibalism is nature
made sure it was well done as soon as we ate ya
it’ll take more than jesus’ “2nd coming” to stop me
i’m a little bit of c0ke without the soda at all
paranoia have you fooling with a supernatural clause
but i don’t do the presents on x-mas, i’m a boss
brother of the strong struggle, but i’m no folk
a disciple for baltimore to get these people woke
up, it’s too serious like jones, we don’t play hokey poke
shucks, i think that your brains can get stuck in the spoke
of a west coast lowrider made in ’64
don’t be got to be a drug dealer just to distribute dope
i’m a f-ckin’ salesman with the bars, filling you with hope
and aspirations to become

- kidddalegend

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