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letra de no brim freestyle - lord distortion

[verse 1: lord distortion]
b-tches wanna blabber till
we pull the f-cking daggers out
climbing up the latter while you
sticking to a stagnant route
if he talking sh-t then we might
have to pull the matic outs
running up his ping and then that
boy will get to lagging out

uhh uhh
b-tch quirky
b-tch’ll suck a big turkey
get dirty
sun your going down like it’s 6:30

clip burning
blow up in his hands
and then he wince
dirty bands on the way
in the duffle
we be big pursuing

feeling like a bear you motherf-ckers
wanna poke me
you copy all my sh-t and you
watching my moves closely

punching in his wig until
he end up with a nose bleed
ima make him spin
i’m flexing hard i’m flexing only

[verse 2: bubzyz]
bubzyz in this b-tch!
we actin crazy
saw your mom
call her my baby

on this verse
i am just pavin
all these rappers
they just take up

all my time
they are just trash
squidward’s here
it’s “bold and brash”

these b-tches keep talkin
eat my ass
makin sound
i am brass

like orchestra
i’m chorusin
boutta get some clout
start tourin in
b-tch i’m floorin it

lord d
on the song
you know a hit

b-tch im goin in
by the time im done
you know i lit
all these b-tches run
cuz my firestick
is burnin em

you a furry b-tch
he a bronie to

he can get it kicked

he a furry i guess he a bronie
i reuse that line
obsession
i am phony

i’m annoying as f-ck
but i think i am funny
lowlife in this b-tch
and the mercs, cause some fury

i thought the beats done
but i guess i’m in a hurry
i keep a track on your stats
watch your fall. i am lurking

[verse 3: papa sleep]
punch his head in till
my muscles pop
don’t talk to me i had
enough i had enough
i’m scanning credit cards
like i’m working at the shop

i don’t got reception
i can’t hear you i been going thru a tunnel
wanna stage an intervention
imma sell you on some amway

not a pyramid more like reverse funnel
my b-tch look like burt reynolds
you ain’t start the movement
you a burnt rebel
burnt metal have a stroke when you smell it

you a dumb b-tch i can see it
all your tales tall don’t tell em
head is leaking fluids
toxic substance
f-ck it imma drink it all until i’m drowning
need some more need some more
always bored make bored
gonna lose it like the yankee with the brim
laughing at you with a grin
while you falling on the floor
track got more dirt than your pores
rolling in the dirt i just need some more

[verse 4: nogoodnik]
my b-tch a righty make her beat it with the left
breakin boards i am a yellow belt who ain’t get no head
i need some sloppy toppy riding
zooted in the lobby on a
razor scooter motorized
i need my parking notarized
not tryna get a ticket
no really i cannot afford a ticket
spent my last couple bennys on some
glitter pens and dezzies strapped
ready for those f-ckin meter maids
wanna take my pennies
im f-ckin ready b-tch, i will abort you
i will push your mother down the f-ckin stairs
i will abort you

- lord distortion

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