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letra de warhead - lil tit

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//intro//
now this about to be the longest intro that you’ve ever heard

there ain’t no filler in this sh-t, so listen to my every verb

the nouns i use and all the clever language is superb

i’m a clever nerd, i never serve less than the professor, sir

this sh-t is top tier, as if i’m like a dresser for leather, fur, feathers, or with whatever the weather prefers
heaven, earth, but when i rap, it’s still like h-ll occurred

pedal to the metal, i be speeding down the strip like (skrrrt)

when you try, it’s in reverse, you hit the curb and flipped over but then you fell down in the dirt, insurance is alert

they started diggin in your purse, you can’t be reimbursed

i’m on a different level with the mettle, better get the he-rs-

not for me, that sh-t’s for you, i sent you to the metaverse

in better terms, i severed nerves, and now you will forever burn-

in h-ll, i’ll see you in the cell where you never adjourn-

-or return it ain’t none of my concern
hope your family doesn’t find out what occurred, or i’ll murder your

mother, brother, father and and your first-
child

-brutally, it’s new to me the fact that you just blew the peace away

i got the loose leaf in my cage
and i’m ready for the day they try and tell me my display of talent’s useless, i’ll be gray

//1st verse//
now i’m boutta go spastic

stretch, elastic

fresh back with the tictac, call it tactic

i’m on acid, like it’s lactic

can’t fathom that it happened but it happened

murdering everybody in the f-cking vacinity

i heard your lady, she was talking- in fact she into me

but i don’t care, i’m rappin’, this sh-t ain’t trash in fact son

this sh-t is trashin’ on your actin’ ass favorite rapper cos

he’s magic get the matches to burn that sh-t they’re a fraud

bashin’ their t–th and then i post it with this caption
n0body nowadays ain’t a clown it’s a shame

how can we get down to that sh-t, you got sour taste

your mouths water for the juicy drop stocked in my hangar

it’s a plane and i’m dropping a f-cking warhead on the game

now you’re dead

//2nd verse//
ooh was it something that i said

of course it was cos i use my words like a double edge

i’m a wordsmith and a swordsman, so i could just leave your head

hanging by a thread of your neck, i’ll do nothing less

i k!lled most of these rappers but i still got a couple left

now you’re just

lying down

lying down

//3rd verse//
if rapunzel was real, i’d grip her hair up in a bundle

and then f-ck her downhill and then we do the f-cking tumble

put a muzzle on that b-tch and next i beat her with a shovel

and we cuddle in a puddle of blood from my bl–dy knuckles

//4th verse//
i seem crazy- might be, maybe- like me shady, bro?

my fire hydrants aching, tighten racy, my sh-ts jay-z, money, cash, hoes

and with mount vesuvius
and with the height, with the size, and with the price of movie tickets, it’s likely ill maybe blow

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