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letra de back from the dead - kourt jester

[verse 1]
rise up out the coffin, b-tch i’m back from the dead
homicidal on the mic i make it half itself instead
rawest type of artist, with a pad and a pen
i’m back at it again, don’t act like a friend
i know your every move, i see through you and your actions
you better hit the bench, cause you need a lotta practice
you will never stack up, i’m like legos and jenga
you ain’t no master, chief, i don’t see a halo player
make him blue with these sonic styles, we ain’t playin’ sega
his mouth can run for miles, i cut it off with a lazer
the sick little prankster, no longer full of anger
you got rid of yourself, so how the fuck can i thank ya?
now i understand bein’ a fuckboy’s in your nature
so i distance myself, bruh the music scene hates ya
he’s on the blacklist, but i’m cool like james spader
so much better than you, d-nkleburg, hey neighbor!
all that talk about violence, is bad for your health
so do us all a favor, start stabbin’ yourself
hang from a closet, loop that shit with a belt
your music causes cancer, patch adams can’t help
i’ll see to it myself that you get ruined in deed
fightin’ fire with fire, burn this b-tch beyond belief
soon you won’t exist, i call you a payphone
i stay blow audience’s minds…james holmes

[hook]
they tried to erase me, b-tch i’m, back, from the dead
jesus can’t save me, i’ma k!ll the devil, instead
you must be crazy, try to put salt on my name
so i’ma k!ll the, devil with flames

[verse 2]
flames to your face, blowin’ smoke out your ears
rumors made by lames, that shit kinda grinds my gears
just throw the white flag and admit that you’re jealous
i’m funny lookin and a clown (what do you mean funny?)…the kid is good fellas
they love to talk about me, and maybe i’m oversteppin’
but my bars leave more scars than ray liotta’s complexion
so ill that hospitals, should maybe open a section
for the emcees i’ve ripped, doors open 24/7
fight fire with fire, beat ’em with they own medicine
they lovin’ my records more than that invention by edison
i know that i’m different so in the case you be questionin’
purposely confuse ’em to keep the haters brains hemmoragin’
they spreadin’ the negative, i say fuck they opinion
cause if they sayin’ my name i think i’m still winnin’
they try to defend it and question how can you listen
but then decipher the sk!ll and magically cease all the b-tchin’
they tried to erase me, lyrics written in sharpie
my words holdin’ more weight than melissa mccarthy
they tried to erase me, and they pissed that i’m c-cky
it’s not my fault you’re retarded, if you don’t get it i’m sorry

[hook]

- kourt jester

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