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letra de gun shot part 2 (5 ela diss) - kuniva

[verse 1]
enter my realm, i’m what h-ll brings
k!lling off blood suckers quicker than van helsing
soon as the bell rings you can tell things
are about to happen i’m cool as that
you mr. belding
ring the alarm, i remain calm
chilling in the building like a bomb threat
you ain’t even armed yet
c4 strapped to my nuts, i got the bomb s-x
b-tches put my d-ck on their lips like it was comex
living like it’s boardwalk or park place property
you cheap like the purple piece of sh-t on monopoly
hunch back, shooter from out of the land cruiser
you can die hard or fall off worse than hans gruber
your man’s ruder than most, clutch and blam rugers
you run fast, they hit you slowdown like grand puba
black and red pumas my brother laced em crazy
when the best friends were murding cats in the mid 80’s
the kid shady don’t ever test, you seem skeptical
i’m a d-ck i don’t hang from other mens t-st-cl-s
back again to wreck a few, let the weapon loose
crazy like a klansman at an african festival
you want beef, bring the vegetables
i supply the broth, i season your little chest
when the cannon fire off
i’m more than a threat, i’m a walking promise of death
and death is only promised to us
when you all out of breath
i stand alone in the dark with four corners and spark
light the room up and go out for a midnight walk
the kid might talk, f-ck it
i’m out and about clowning
d-ck inside your spouses mouth as she start drowning
long d-ck your momma, i hate to degrade women
in your kitchen buzzing drinking a 40 on thanksgiving
ain’t n0body f-cking with the kid i’m feeling c-cky
i’m early to the office and i’m p-ssing in the coffee
if your last name ain’t christ, you can’t stop me
9 millis end your happy days like patzi
you saw me at the cypher my n-gga that wasn’t sh-t
i get busy with the rhymes my homie, that wasn’t it
i’m the frank nitty of d12 holding a tommy
riding on the outside of the chevy ready to party
the boy spitting like he didn’t sell a couple mil’
like he didn’t make history when he signed his deal

[verse 2]
and you ain’t even dope, i run through your whole roster
and dunk your mom’s face in the tank at red lobster
stomp a mudd ho, and mudd ho for walking
i’m going gung-ho on you dumb hoes for talking
y’all was just dissing each other and talking tough sh-t
get off d12, y’all give each other enough d-ck
a bunch of mad rappers, y’all n-ggas ain’t even has beens
a has been used to be something, y’all n-ggas -ss
talking about y’all at the funeral they were clapping
but most people clap when they witnessing pure acting
i slap you all around this booth n-gga
worse than the day in new york when proof did it (you remember that sh-t thyme)
dirty lookin’ b-tter ball dread head i see you
and mudd looking sicker than a dry-faced weasel
funny thing, he just saw me at drews
two months ago he gave me a hug looking confused
i was like thyme give me your number, he said “cool”
if you had beef you should’a fronted and made a move
probably cause you knew i would’a boxed your -ss out
let you hit me once than i woulda knocked your -ss out
and why didn’t we ask mudd if he was ok
he saw proof died, went into work the same day
to me that was plain to see that you alive, at work
sounds like you ok to me
i’m speaking for myself, this is von, it’s kuniva
and 5 ela now means men with v-g-n-s
a runyon ave soldia, i’m a boss, i’m a rider
and y’all ain’t worth the paper that you using for your fliers
that’s why i barely f-ck with little hip hop cats
they rather thug on their mousepad or in house raps
when i was runnin with the real ones on the block doing things
y’all was burning incense and chewin sugar cane
y’all hated on sv, hated on em
mudd bounced, thyme got mad and hated on him
now you back together like a bitter old couple
a little more scrawny, little to no muscle
one lookin like a bulimic and aids patient
the other looking like a dirty mop with a facelift
peep proof’s album and listen to mudd
dissing thyme and telling us how b-tch that he was
you wanted d12, you got one of the 5 fellas
5 ela rhymes so good with i’m jealous
this is just a warning, i give you a couple bars
nothing too deep, you walking away with a couple scars
i go the cobain route
whoever can recite a verse from y’all and say it’s dope
i blow my brains out
f-ck a sneak diss, i ain’t with the weak sh-t
y’all are more political, i be on some street sh-t
left your big brother there bleeding
got the nerve to speak n-gga you should be happy you still breathing
but the first one to talk to xxl, didn’t wanna tell it all
because you would tell on yourself
you looking real desperate and crying for attention
and tell little whoopie he should cut off those extensions
when they perform you might miss it
charlie brown homie got the stage all cloudy like pigpen
imma’ lay off you n-ggas cause you are not tough
funny that your name is mudd, b-tch you looking washed up
you wanna hear the real gotcha
a while back mudd called me up to borrow a thousand dollars
i looked at the phone all startled
thought to myself this n-gga must’a lost his marbles
i ain’t f-cking with you
your face lookin like god was in a rush and really had something to do
you can formulate a plot and go build you a crew
but to me ain’t n0body bigger b-tches than you
b-tch!

- kuniva

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