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letra de the og freestyle - kidddalegend

[starts at 00:17]

word on the street, i’m a suspect/
wiffle dust rappers like i dust raps
cover the body, murdered the witness/
straight machete n-ggas off the hitlist/
ironic that i chop heads on the hitlist/
d-ck in her belly, i just bodied the missus/
i skid marks on y’all, that’s the sh-tlist/
gettin’ that sweet cheese; call that swiss miss/
hangin’ with them k!llas in the projects/
crooked i, joell ortiz, nickle 9 and/
joe budden; porky n-ggas welcome to the slaughterhouse/
i’m slashin’ n-ggas like a horror-fl!ck, then drop ’em at the porterhouse/
this is serious, i’m a venereal disease that’ll never go away/
i’m worse than herpes, a mix between blue waffle and aids/
you dudes talk so strange, my bars hit you from long range/
snipe you like gears of war, finished the round, now a new stage/
potato on the barrel, keep quiet/
the silencer will silence out all that wildness/
put a lid on mgk, then disappear for 50k/
what’s that to a muhf-cka, can you please remind me?/
godd-mn (godd-mn)/
40-foot giant, no goliath but godzilla in hindsight/
moses 600-years-old buildin’ boats? sh-t don’t sound right/
two shots to the bowl gut, make ‘im fend for his life
catch a n-gga slippin’ from behind/
droppin’ the soap results in “behind time”/
you not talkin’ calibers unless it’s a soul edge line/
these them grownup lines, but you can’t sniff mines/
i put money on these bars everyday, no t-thes/
monkey bars, i leave n-ggas hangin’ with every line/
livin’ life like it’s everyday sh-t/
anybody can meet their last day quick/
i’m not livin’ with an eye over my shoulder all day, d-mn/
you rappers talk about bars, i become really skeptical/
i’m a smack n-ggas hard enough, just to call a technical/
i’m foul, with a freethrow percentage that’s outta town/
that’s an air-ball n-gga, metaphors get around/
like they took the 1 train with a$ap rocky/
a subject, predicate, simile and a proper noun/
i’m the item of the century, being declared as profound/
my mind literally taps into a well supply, i’m never out of bounds/
like i p-ssed the ball out-of-bounds, tell me how that sh-t sounds/

- kidddalegend

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