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letra de forensics - kungg fuu

[verse 1: heem stogied]
yo, f-ck a gat, i’ll make your face meet this bat
the blood splatter, the side of your face is f-ckin’ shattered
bones fractured
you fake soldiers are manufactured, get captured
the motherf-ckin’ rap disaster put you in a pasture
we had his neck and head backwards on some reckless sh-t
you soft and your man’s a b-tch, get put on a hit-list
i’m comin’ down your chimney like it’s christmas
but save your last wish, prayers, and all that sh-t
i’m depraved, put ten n-ggas in one grave
not one n-gga was saved, mind’s enslaved
f-ck n-gga, get blazеd, covered in bl–dy glaze
consеquences not weighed
the enemy line is insane, f-ck the fame
gimme the money and a big ass chain, you n-ggas is lame
i’m tryna f-ck the game
blast your body out the frame, none of my n-ggas can be tamed
we wild animals, turnin’ n-ggas to danimals
f-ckin’ manhandle you

[verse 2: tha god fahim]
it’s the halloween decapitator
come and decapitate ya, have you sh-ttin’ down your pants
dance with twin magnums
my sword moves swift like a phantom
chop your neck clean off, that’s how i’m throwin’ a temper tantrum
the frontlines is no place for a coward
i ain’t to be trusted, your whole safe get devoured
i’ll pop off two from the waist and waste a flower
after tweetin’, he was only safe for a hour
look, i gives a f-ck about facebook, get your face took
from a hot slug and a johnny cage hook
they callin’ me the future
all this cash got me feelin’ like mansa musa
pockets rasputia
if you ain’t gettin’ money, n-gga, you useless
n-ggas believe they own lies ’cause they scared what the truth is
you ain’t a k!lla, but some n-ggas in your crew is
you just a piece of sh-t with flies around you
so i should four-pound you
you was lost ’til the lord found you
[verse 3: kungg fuu]
i watch my foes with a lucrative eye
guillotine your face, forensics askin’, “who is this guy?”
close encounters like wing chung, trainin’ like ip man
i’m grippin’ fists, man, some steel will hold me down like a kickstand
i never bust a sweat like a n-gga had a wristband
checkin’ off my checklist like i had a list, man
spontaneous and dynamic
these fools panic, pull the strap, like houdini, they vanish
i roll a blunt and watch the night fall
sn-tchin’ sh-t off the street like a brotha playin’ dice, y’all
i don’t believe the hype, dawg
feel like i’m married to the money, see some fam throwin’ rice, y’all
since sack lunches in the hallway, blessed in abundance
strapped up like scarface, visit the summit
i’m countin’ hundreds, avoidin’ the penitentiary
in case they lace the food with mace and all type of sh-t
aids and ebola is a man-made drug, i’m just spittin’ off the head
not writin’ sh-t, n-gga! it’s kungg fuu!
ay, ay, ay

- kungg fuu

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