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letra de fuck wit me - lomo

sit down for a minute as i sway and spit
since i was a kid, i never gave a shit
i’d just slit the wrists of b-tches who made me sick
they split, cause they knew they hits couldn’t make me quit
i’m too determined to find the beat and rhyme tough
so you give the bl-w j-bs, and i’ll give the mind fucks
through these bars, there’s no possible way you could find a
rapper who could design a rhyme ta make me resign bruh
always carry a mic cause my words hurt more than weapons
rappers worrying imma diss ’em, they are distressin’
don’t step in my way guessin’ if i’ll teach you a lesson
cause when you dead in a diss, you’ll see i don’t just threaten
adam’s apple’s inside my throat, so i’m spittin’ evil
mad drums grapple n find my hope, no mind’s wit is equal
i’m evil kenevil’s sequel spitting diesel through needles
never feeble, i’m lethal, putting people in fetal
positions i’m an “image” of the street cause “i’m – a – ge”
this no scrimmage or gimmick, i’m livid and rhyme to beat
spittin’ to win it, you don’t finish first, you grime to me
livin’ to get it, never quittin’, it’s my time, you’ll see

you wanna shoot? well i don’t duck, hit me
i go hard as fuck, there is no luck in me
so there’s no way that you can fuck wit me
ya, you just can’t fuck wit me

lomo is back in so fear go in your heart
talking all this “smack”, i’m a “hero in” these bars
i don’t lack, only jeer, though i may start
a fight, fuck that, i ain’t that far
from superb, i just need to learn how i must astray
from the worst and work ’til i’m dirt and dust in the grave
my words stir and move you in circles, i just a maze
i’m a nerd rhyming, i curve and swerve words, my trust degrates
daily cause all a y’all betray me but i need no
one at all, i maul who calls when writing, please don’t
the one thing on my calendar is just ball like steve – o
// steve – o “i’m all b-lls man”
dissing me’s fatal, each punchline’s painful, there’s nothin’ whack
in my tracks, never doing -n-l, but i bust in -ss
so i can cradle my dream, so i’m playful just in rap
unable to be grateful and never stuck in the past
wrote and sold a rap for no cash, it was free verse
your soul ain’t cold enough for my bold raps, you’ll just bleed worse
this rap may be short, but i still remain standing tall
with that, they retort, but i fill the brain in man with awe

you wanna shoot? well i don’t duck, hit me
i go hard as fuck, there is no luck in me
so there’s no way that you can fuck wit me
ya, you just can’t fuck wit me

i’m the lyrical michael jordan, scorin’
over borin’ emcee’s when i’m recordin’
warrin’ wit any warden, or any swordsmen
constantly flirtin’ with death to keep from warpin’
i used to give a fuck, ’til i became pissed off
now i live to bust raps with puns, that give awe
you want to touch me, but you get no buzz and get tossed
by girls, the only b-tch you fucked’s the one you flipped off
but my d-ck contradicts the rest, it must be illegal
talking shit just to get this head, i’m too fucking lethal
when i spit, rappers wish for death, cause they ain’t equal
wit my wit we will get this bread, and stay fly as eagles
but i’m not dire to get money, i wanna gain awe
i’m wired to spit so they mire n quit, n they fall
but with all the fire i spit, the track still remains raw
hate, the higher it gets, wrath fills and pain gnaws
at my heart, shrinking mercy, making cruelty all
inside my thoughts, phone ringing, and showing goofy broads
cause your b-tch keeps thinking my b-tt dials are booty calls
but i wish when i spit this, y’all don’t get truly lost
cause i’m going faster than lightning, i’ve mastered writing, don’t think i’m just average
you’re plastered if fighting’s your plan, cause your whack, exciting just one crackhead
i’m all metaphors combined, better for the mind, you in a war with rhymes
and your effort and grind is less rigour than mine, so i can -ssure your mind
has weakened more than mine, i’m leaping past who cheating, my clever’s the best
only c-cky when speaking raps, even sleeping, my mind’s never at rest
i’m stuck in these lines, come for me, i’m going too fast, you ain’t touching me
if you come at me, expect puns and speed to show you can’t fuck wit me

you wanna shoot? well i don’t duck, hit me
i go hard as fuck, there is no luck in me
so there’s no way that you can fuck wit me
ya, you just can’t fuck wit me

- lomo

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