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letra de "bill gates" beasted - lou don the god

(verse 1)

baby girl i’m serious, i’ll murder ya family leave ya home looking like it had a period
i’m higher than sirius, and that’s word to the stars in orion’s belt that are aligned with the pyramids
day of the dead, i’m feeling real thrillerish
she comes into my black lagoon and skinny dip with k!ller fish
meg-loudon in this b-tch, that’s right the giant shark
loufasa, the “lion’s heart” open up the abyss
put my ladle in the ocean, stir a whirlpool
keep it mixing, fire roasting making me some whirl stew
girl i’ll eat you and i ain’t talking bout teasing with my tongue
i’mma show you what my t–th do
leave yo throat with two slits for you to bleed through
keep the smoke too thick for you to breathe through
keep the cloak too sl!ck for you to see through
if i want a sandwich, you the bread, meat, & cheese too
(whew) chop you into pieces then freeze you
swoop then scoop you like jeepers creepers when i breeze through
as for yo man he’s off in kitchen cooking, in the oven middle rack, almost done just got through looking

(bridge)

i’m the one that gave the knife to michael myers, then i drowned jason & gave freddy krueger nightmares
steady moving got em running out their nike airs, but it doesn’t matter, when they stop i’ll be right there
mad scientist take your chick, then splice her
now she glowing, got that p-ssy biting like a viper
you might think i’m werewolf by the look of my fur (huh) well i concur

(hook)

i’m beasting it
i’m beasting it
i’m beasting it
i’m beasting on these beats, i’m a beast, you’re just a piece of my feast
under your bed, i’m a monster, nightmare on your streets, all in your head, in your dreams
already dead if i’m sleep, a young jack the ripper, cutting hoes on the creep
and all these b-tches know i’m nasty (yeah) they call me the freak
and all these rappers don’t want none, i leave em deceased
nothing be left when i’m beasting it
i’m beasting it
i’m beasting it
i’m beasting on these beats, i’m a beast, you’re just a piece of my feast
under my bed, i’m the monster, nightmare on my street, all in my head, in my dream
i’m already dead if i’m sleep, a young jack the ripper, cutting hoes on the creep

(verse 2)

and all these b-tches know i’m nasty, dissect the body
when you see the liver pull it, know you wanna stop me but can’t k!ll me with them silver bullets
no stakes in my chest, no pain in my flesh, separate my head from neck i’m still just faking my death
putting me with rappers is like leaving kids in candy land, always keep a hook on hand, i’m feeling like candyman
(d-mn) i eat em like lamb, they’re sweeter than candied yams
animal, even hannibal scared of this cannibal
the vandal who, uses blood as paint, don’t make me canv-ss you
banish you to the depths of the ocean, i will atlantis you
no disrespect, cuz i’m on a different echelon
coming for me gold shillings the 6 foot one leprechaun
she won’t forget lou don, left her filled with dirty l-st
even make medusa look me in my eyes when she slurps me up
(yep yep) swallow me whole, burp me up
all of these hoes done turn t me up, my d-ck want that p-ssy for lunch

(bridge)

i’m the one that gave the knife to michael myers, then i drowned jason & gave freddy krueger nightmares
steady moving got em running out their nike airs, but it doesn’t matter, when they stop i’ll be right there
mad scientist take your b-tch, then splice her
now they going in that p-ssy, biting like a viper
you might think i’m werewolf by the look of my fur (huh) well i concur

i’m beasting it

- lou don the god

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