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letra de mentally unstable - leechy boi

[hook] (x2)
you are what you eat, so i’m eating these leeches
f-ckers been biting me, won’t pay for features
got me all rowdy now, breaking your bleachers
biting your neck, i’m a bloodsucking creature
rose from the dead, now i’m feeling like jesus
keeping this belt, cause i’m still undefeated
th-rns they all dig in my skull, got me bleeding
but i do not care at all, hot head like methanol
question my methods, well b-tch, i’m still breathing
i ain’t a meth head, i’m just pr-ne to tweaking
down on my death bed, i’m back by the weekend
you’re b-tches, you’re p-ssies, i’ll leave your -ss leaking
i’m angry, i’m swinging, i’m p-ssed and i’m spiced
f-ck out of here, i ain’t slept in some nights
i ain’t that scared of approaching the lights
living’s a privilege, i’m taking your rights

[verse]
f-ck a mod, f-ck a jake, f-ck a rat, f-ck a snake
f-ck a judge, f-ck a date, f-ck your b-tch, f-ck your mates
f-ck your face, f-ck everything you love that i hate
f-ck a rap sheet, ain’t gonna catch my case
we’re ill minded, hops in the pit with violence
wilding, we can’t hear you talk, you’re silent
conniving motherf-ckers gonna end up dying
your mother find you in a ditch, now she crying
panic attack, i’m feeling manic with mac’s
i need the xanax on stat, i’m boutta fade to black
i’m boutta rip your ribs out and stab you in the back
drop you on the tarmac, snap you in half
twist the knife clockwise, you can kiss me c-ckwise
wear black, my socks white, you pulling up with stocks? why?
i’m looking for a quick fight, don’t be tryna act tight
keep the blade by my side, i will ride out on sight
sludge in the cut, got a c-nt in my sights b-tch
f-ck all you love, live a life full of spite b-tch
make way, i’m not in the in the mood for a thotty
make way, ‘fore on you on the news as a body
trap boi, wicked little sh-t, better fear me
brainsickness, i’m ill as a b-tch, don’t come near me
catch something, i know you’re taking notes on my track
taking notes on my mannerisms, note what you lack
moving on like a ghoul, hear the moans of a wh0r-
chopping heads off the rich, eat the home, steal their h–rd
live by my guns, and i’ll die by my sword
live by my code, and i’ll die as a lord

- leechy boi

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