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letra de the recipe - lex the hex master

[intro: lex the hex master]
let’s take ’em to church, baby, let’s take ’em to church! halle-motherf-ckin’-lujah! when i say f-ck all these motherf-ckers out here! let’s go! let’s go!

[verse 1: lex the hex master]
dopest rapper alive, watch me prove it
hit the stage and have your main b-tch leakin’ all types of fluids
no preparation, let’s jump right to it, start to lose it
hit the mic like domestic abusin’ sippin’ that lighter fluid
you might have knew that this fighting music gives riots movement (yeah!)
laxative bars sh-ttin’ on your entire movement
you tryin’ to die? i will be a suicide improvement (yeah!)
you drivin’ backwards down the highway with your tires loosened
only kind of lucid, let’s not get this convoluted
my rhymes exclusive, how i look tryin’ to respond to losers
embalming fluid when i vomit every time it’s cupid
straight through your heart with these arrows shootin’ all kind of stupid
can’t graduate so i’m kind of stupid, i’m tryna prove it
half shark, half whale, add some piranhas to it
katana swoopin’, i sever heads, you be dyin’ in a stupor
stay off my radar, you don’t really want this kind of nuisance

[chorus: lex the hex master]
wicked rhymes and punchlines the recipe (that’s the recipe)
that’s why half of ny scared to death of me (they scared to death of me)
and that’s money in the bag n-gga (not any of these motherf-ckers really want it!)
and that’s money in the bag n-gga (let’s go!)
wicked rhymes and punchlines the recipe (that’s the recipe)
that’s why half of ny scared to death of me (they scared to death of me)
and that’s money in the bag n-gga (not any of these motherf-ckers really want it!)
and that’s money in the bag n-gga
[verse 2: lex the hex master]
i’m off the yowza, triple beam like yautja
broomhandle mauser spittin’ rounds at your bouncer
need no announcement, known wherever i bounce to
shadow government, politic on my counsel (let’s go!)
i’m a rockstar, these n-ggas is pop
so i constantly gotta pop stars, these n-ggas is opps
soakin’ wet, these n-ggas literally sweat, consider me hot
lava fashioned to a sharp point, obsidian rock
ignore me for years, now i’m scorchin’ they hair
you wanna step in the square, you get launched in the air
you n-ggas don’t get the picture so i’m forced to be clear
high resolution, homie, don’t get lost in the glare
you didn’t think i would make it so of course this is here
it’s all fun until the rabbit got the gun pointed at your ears
i sn-tch your soul out your chest just to flex
i’m up next, about to have all these motherf-ckers vexed (let’s go!)

- lex the hex master

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