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letra de hail hollow - lîl høllöw

yo i flow in like a n-z-, got my homie ready to spot me, man they’d die for no valkyrie, i’m above that dude don’t doubt me, i’m a choppa k!ll your trap beat, then a n-z- wit the rappin, rip a bong i step in gladly, shut the door and then what have we? mustard gas up in your cavity, cough and gag and vomit happily, piles of ash were once a family, sweep up that sh-t in a f-ckin trash heap, pickin limbs up all around me, feedin their family the ground meat, bustin up i’m hittin your mouth eat, it’s only your f-ckin mother sit down and weep, i hit her with a cherokee brown jeep, i got out, raped her, back seat, i made her pay no taxi, but the meter is runnin go fast please, inglorious b-st-rds wit gas cooked, your führer you’ll call me ‘master’, man jews get found i k!ll their f-ckin rappers, no p-ss ups, get slash up, i’ll murder if you whack sl-t, i’m faster, surp-ss ya, get burned up in arson l that’s f-cked, i kinder wit a garden get gr-ssed up, i’m smokin a pound of that blast off, it f-ck wit my buzz from the bath salts, dude i f-ck up everything it’s my p-ssion

[lyrical genocide, got these words on override, only arryan spit flowin out my clique, b-tch hail høllöw] (x2)

comin better murder when i’m steppin in, i know its getting harder but i stomach it, dude i’m feelin i can get it when the sun is lit, always sayin that your better but your dumb as sh-t, man i’ll f-ck up every single person in your clique, dude i spit it wit a cl!ck and always gettin to it quick, thinkin of bringing it back i never been that sick, takin her thinkin i’m black could always be like slikk, f-ck it or bringin the cash and get beat night stick, ain’t takin it whippin your -ss and you’ll be like ‘sh-t!’, dude i started bringing it fast and then it re-up my clip, i stay puffin on a spliff, i split right up over of it, no give, i’m on colder sh-t, you b-tch, someone notice it, a fifth, and i’m a loner b-tch, 15 and i’m an arsonist, hit green, and ima anarchist, police ain’t nothin k!ll that pig, i f-ckin hate this world i’m in, till drugs started seeming lucrative, and the money made her wet so i had scuba sh-t, wit a cuba cig, and it filled wit dank, cause i do it big, tell me who you wit, medula get blown to bits, if you sit and read my spit, f-ck this sh-t i grab a bottle, f-ck your b-tch i make her swallow, f-ck your riches i hit the lotto, f-ck your clique and all who follow, man i’m higher than apollo, so you better seig heil b-tch, f-ck hitler, say høllöw

- lil hollow

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