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letra de shots fired - lil fungus

(chorus lil fungus)
my nationality’s reality
and, yo: a prejudiced man is of a devil mentality
rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic
gigantic…suckers get frantic, and then panic
a smooth talker, ‘cause i’m a queens new yorker
my rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker

(verse 1 lil fungus)
i rolls two spliffs, so now i guess i’m double jointed
well i’m a sire, i set the microphone on fire
rap styles vary…and carry like mariah
i start to think, and then i sink
into the paper…like i was ink
when i’m writing i’m trapped in between the lines
i еscape when i finish the rhymе…
i got soul
rakim, “i know i got soul
he’s fallin’ apart, but we deny it
justifying that half-ass sh-t he dropped, we always buy it
when he tell us he a g*nius, but it’s clearer lately
it’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
there was a time when this n-gga was my hero, maybe
that’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
‘cause i believed him when he said his sh-t was purer and he
the type of n-gga swear he real, but all around him’s fake:
the women, the d-ckriders, you know, the yes men
n0body with the b-lls to say somethin’ to contest him
so he grows out of control
into the person that he truly was all along, it’s startin’ to show
d-mn, wonder what happened?
maybe it’s my fault for idolizing n-ggas
based off the words they be rappin’
(verse 2 pinkguy)
women with d-cks and weak men with v-g-n-s
so f-cking delicate like mommy’s fine china
if you have complaints, please, wait your turn and line up
i got a message for these little f-gs tryna
be a momma’s boy and a teacher’s pet, pimple face, asswipe
looking like they just had a gyne-cologist
stick five fingers in your ass, no lube
so whatcha gonna do?
if you’re number one, shove it up your ass and make it number two
ladies getting mad in the comments, and i’m hearing it
you think it was a typo with these red lines and periods
i live in a constant state of fear and misery
do you miss me anymore?
and i don’t even notice when it hurts anymore
anymore, anymore, anymore
they wanna see a man do the god sh-t
narcotics if you wanna get nauseous (uh-huh)
pink guy dancin’ like a clown
keep laughin’, lil c-nt, i got money on the down low
y’all think this about my feelings?
they still think this about my feelings?
like big bird or steve from the blues clues
when the sun go down she go down, too (yuh)
ridin’ around with a bump and a pound, too
if you wanna leave a voice mail hit the pound two
i got money out the orifice
i buy your girl louis bag, sh-t’s glorious (oh)
i’m not a hero or a role model
i’ma spray your moms and your girl, no nozzle
drinkin’ red wine out of gatorade bottles
if you can’t keep up then pull off to the bottom kid (uh)
they say i’m an elitist
like i’m better than the bunch, uh, duh, nice hunch, c-nts
when the sun go down i’m a fiend
when the sun go down i’m a monster
when the sun go down i’m sippin’ lean
when the sun go down i hope it never come up (yup)
(chorus lil fungus)
my nationality’s reality
and, yo: a prejudiced man is of a devil mentality
rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic
gigantic…suckers get frantic, and then panic
a smooth talker, ‘cause i’m a queens new yorker
my rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker

- lil fungus

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