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letra de poppin_remix - leechy boi

[verse]
i’m c-cky as h-ll, you know you cannot move me
doing a jig on your lawn, the watusi
i’m always theatrical, ready for movies
the frame is a painting, the picture is moving
meanwhile, you’re cookie and cutter (yuh)
i’m out here and loud, why you mutter? (bruh)
you getting salted like b-tter (what?)
i’m confident, you come out with a st-st-st-stutter
but i’ma digress, i’m off on my next
i’m banging my head to this, get off my neck
banging for clout, but you don’t got a set
while i bang out projects, where you’re just content
to consume my content, and the contents wherein
i’m a fiend for the meme of it, try to pretend
that you’re gleaning some meaning off what i can pen
and there’s even some decency left of within
i’m on real trap sh-t, f-ck do you mean?
you a boy in a dress when comparing to me
i’ve seen carnage and hatred, it’s defining me
you get bound in a bas-m-nt indefinitely
i might k!ll for the thrill of it, say i’m unstable
one more time, the mortician’s got you a table
i swear it’s symbology, don’t hit your payphone
i grew up in agony, f-ck off your fables
my skull has been splitting, my abdomen’s aching
i’m mentally ill, so they say that i’m faking
track marks on my arms, but i swear i ain’t taking
i’m clean and i mean it, don’t try to debate me
i don’t need your drugs, and i don’t need your love
cause it isn’t for me, it’s just for how i look
and i’m struggling lately, but you throw the book
and if i had the strength i’d been running amok
every motherf-cker in the game got a clique that they claim
or a diss that be lame, kiss to the flame (lately)
been driving me deranged, striving to be to insane
i don’t know you, i don’t wanna, so maybe you should (hate me)
i murk you in the back of a 7-eleven
i send you to heaven, i’m the decedent of reverends
i’m a severed lil menace, but i spit the confessions
of a dangerous mind, i set illogical precedents
i don’t really got a preference, i’m just chasing these presidents
deadmen make good friends, you could try to be (better than)
your predecessors, but i don’t see n0body you’re (better than)
so i extinguish your g*nius, i feel like then you’ll be (better then)
and i can rise to challenge of becoming a master
to a generation raised and created by b-st-rds
infatuated with escapism, tryna get plastered
pedal to the metal, it’s about to go faster
i could explain in the variety of ways these days
that you lack in traits, lack in gait, and lack in motivation to thank
ungrateful, disdainful, and lacksidaise
i laugh for days at the way you exaggerate
i don’t contemplate, what’s on my plate, i eat
anything, that’s in my face, it could even be
meat from enemies i meet or seize
the means they need to meet the necessities
they require to keep themselves my adversaries
i’m mad, i’m scary, i’m a threat, i emasculate em
masticating, jaw clenched, abashedly
i mash the leash, creating my masterpiece
i’m a b-st-rd, please, i keep the peace like i keep a piece
piece of your soul, what it means to me
when you cease to be i will cease to bleed
and we’ll see who can be the least of decency

- leechy boi

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