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letra de gaza 2500 - lord distortion

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[lord distortion]
f-ck an opp
head leaking throw the molotov
saw it off
p-ssy pull up and he falling off
f-ck your set
tuck that semi with the hover jet
bus it then
flip that product boutta come again

lethalist weapon i’m trippin not seeing direction
its feverish dreams in a separate dimension
firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
get left in the river so seeping and wetted

i whip out the beam and its ended
i sell to fiends in the section
f-ck with the piece with the weapon
i pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
got your girl in the bottomless depths

[papa sleep]
break in your house and i kick in your head
sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
pigs pull me over i know that a cop died

i’m boutta bust
you bite the dust
rip off the crust
no one to trust

too much testorone blow out your veins
play dead like a possum you all the same
you boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
you got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
dirty stick i pick it up right up off the ground
you so greasy can’t get bound down
bounce out
ain’t about the gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[lvst]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u p-ssys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles b-tch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

p-ssy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[venting palace]
i’m kickin the bucket b-tch f-ck this
i need a nympho who locks lips
you and your other stay smokin’ that cat p-ss
run up on the set you get pr-cked like a cactus

tip toeing
sneak dissin’
dabbin’ up
some live resin
quit b-tchin’
the rap game is my mission
your flows lame
ain’t creative
you better get better
before we take over boy
why are you flexin
your muscles look fragile boy
i keep a knife in my corduroys
just in case anyone lackin joy

gaza gaza
gaza gaza
f-ck his head up
gaza gaza
gaza gaza

- lord distortion

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