letra de la misère - $krrt cobain
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[verse]
dont you dare start a beef unless you talkin bout boxin
ima put you in the dirt and you can pick out your coffin
formaldehyde in my blunts and i ain’t even coughin
put ya team on the bench, now y’all sit n jus gossip
my whole team fulla bosses, and that makes you real nauseous, you jus mad and you jealous cuz i cut off my losses
why you mad m-th-f-cka cuz im better than you
yo whole cl!ck can suck my d-ck, they know better than to
throwin dirt on my name, i’ll throw dirt on ya grave, got my d-ck in ya mouth and you must like the taste
boy you all cap just like the store lids
talkin big sh-t, on the low you a b-tch
ima pull up in canada, sell some crack to yo mother
in another 9 months, here come a new baby brother
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