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letra de sarvente thighs - luckytaaru

[intro]
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0
all engines running
-explosion, beat starts-
1, 2, 3, 4
“what do you think about the group like ja rock and stuff like that?”
-apollo 11 noises-
“i think they are wack as h-ll like they can’t even produce like they have to reuse benzino’s beats or whatever and [?]”

[verse 1: kuniva]
yo, it’s only right i jack your car keys and run
spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
for fun, when i’m drunk
i’ll run a truck through the weed house
jump out and beat ya peeps down worse than steve stoute
put you in chokeholds i learned last week
from the policeman who caught mе stealing weed from his jeep
(hey, hey, hеy!) i see hoes biting, y’all don’t wanna brawl
that’s like deebo fighting peabo bryson (i’ll sh-t on you!)
f-ck what you hollering and yelling about
i’ll reach in your mouth and pull your f-cking skeleton out!
n-ggas get hit with a two-piece; (bling bling)
wit a poisonous sting, i’m such a violent thing

[verse 2: zenbinus]
you pushed me to the side to sign vultrun 5
if yu was still alive you would never get by
all you do is cry, now keep it real
because [?] slice you like an eel
make sure that you can’t pay your electric bill
cuz i’mma wash you up and make you squeal
i got 6’4s and more drip than you
they ain’t even like you no’ more
wooooooo
[?] possessions and enemies [?]
[?] no more
you ain’t gold no more
and you ain’t gawshed up no more
[verse 3: fresh $tolas]
spit, someone’s salty
you just got salty
you ain’t even gonna balsy cuz you too b-llsy
you washed up
[?] cuz i’mma destroy you in this diss
[?] wash you up like a dish
[?] [?] [?] real
keep it real, all you do is whine

[interlude]
-apollo 11 noises-
“so, would you like to beef with them, like they wack as h-ll, and you’ll beef anytime soon?”
“absolutely, they can come at me and i would still win!”

[verse 4: swifty mcvay]
i remain fatter than gluttony
taping bombs to the back of record companies
blow ’em up if they ain’t wantin’ me
the national guard, they scared of huntin’ me
i love beef; i got you hoes ducking me
a drug thief, b-tch i’ll take your marijuana
these slugs’ll keep your ass away from my corner
i drown n-ggas in hundred degree saunas
you can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch!)
it’s this lyrical piranha
strapped wit a grenade, in the pool with ya mama
attack her by the legs then i pull her to the bottom
twist nuttin’ up like a condom
slap it if you f-ckers got a problem
when i see ’em, you hoes ending up in a f-cking mausoleum
or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold bm
pull in the garage while you screaming
keep the motor on then i’m leaving (i’ll sh-t on you!)
i’ll sh-t on you!
[verse 5: kzd]
you fell off so hard, that you just broke your accent
i’m flipping through the channels seeing your ass getting ass-sniffed
and what the f-ck is wrong with you why’d you date mariah
mariah’s not a f-cking dude
i’m gonna wash you up so bad, just like i did last year ago
[?]
how you climb up in the charts again?
cuz you ain’t even worthy
cuz all you do is spit that wack bars
i got the drip, you got zero drip
i got seethese drip and you ain’t even feature me ha!

[interlude]
“like, ok, so they tryna go at me, they dissing me back-to-back tryna throw me off the charts or whatever, like they can’t blow up.”

[verse 6: zenibus]
you sweeter than lemonade
i f-ck your career in the ass and give it lemon-aids
you just washed up, you washed up
you ain’t even going back to the sauce again
when i’m through with you the future generation’s gonna forget about you
because i’m better than you
i’m superior to you
my flow is superior to you
my drip’s superior to you
everything’s superior to you
[?] you ain’t gonna defeat me
i’mma ko you and [?]
and if you don’t respond, well then you just a scaredy-cat
you a coward, you ain’t gonna scare a cat
you gonna scare the bag and [?]
you have wet dreams about me, don’t you man?
like a 6’4s and paranoid
paranoid, come up to your house and go -ether gunshots-
[verse 7: ja rule]
y’all n-ggas is p-ssy, punani, v-g-n-
your monologue’s getting tired, now it’s time to ride
apprentice, you’re fired, you’re no longer desired
so take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
i’m on fire; harley dipped in octane
let east coast bang, let west coast bang
and rule gon’ bring the ghetto gospel
to every hood possible, pushing through in the sky blue
back with the gods, you now, preferably the four pound
slugs flying at the speed of sound
tryin to catch the ears of n-ggas that’s running their mouths
i might get my brooklyn n-ggas to run in your house
i don’t really understand what the running’s about
but we’re hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out
leaving ’em laid out, dead, in just a sport

[interlude]
“alright i found this group trying to get at me, like trying to get me off the charts or something, their names are ja rock, or fresh stolas, and kzd, and someone else, and mr. gbus? yeah they wack as h-ll.”

[verse 8: zenibus]
i remember the first time we met
i ain’t even like you
walking about the live stage like you was in high school
it must excite you seeing [?] being tribal
that’s why people signed you
i bet you right now you got a b-n-r just looking at me
tryna be like your father, [?]
chug another beer
[?] you know you ain’t gon’ be here
you ain’t gonna be on the charts no more
you ain’t gonna insult ja rock no more
you ain’t gonna hit on jocks no more
cuz you gonna be in a trumpster, when i’m through with you
you gonna be washed up in a dumpster, through with you
i’m through with you, and you in the dumpster
you stupid wack and you stupid wack and your ugly crew
your ugly crew is here
you ain’t [?] beer
cuz you just a queer

[verse 9: kickman holler]
wash you up like a seash-ll on the sea-shore
[?]
[?] you ain’t gonna see me no more
you ain’t gonna be on the charts no more
cuz i’mma [?] number 1!
[?] you ain’t gonna do no-one
[?] i f-cked your mom last night in the sheets
that’s the sound of my bedsheets banging ta dis
now bang ta dis
[?] real people [?]bis
you ain’t gonna change you name to canibus
you gonna be washed up in the streets in the streets of towa
[?] you gonna get knocked down like a tower
you gonna get knocked off the charts
blow up like a stack of tnt
i’d blow up
[?]
i defuse this bomb, he ain’t gonna blow up no more
because he’s washed up, he’s stupid and washed up
he ain’t gonna sniff ass no more, cuz he’s washed up
he just another prostitute on the streets
make him return to that -ether gunshots-

[interlude]
“see? they are bad at mixing too, like memphis bleek was not on your song, and you can’t make me believe that because it’s too offbeat. like, you put on an acapella on your beat like, -sigh-, this is so offbeat like i, i seriously, these people suck, really.”

[instrumental break]

[outro]
d-mn, ’06 was a real hard year for me
got indited by the feds, i beat the case though
we lost the sauce, that was crazy
all kind of lawsuits
rap beef
as i look back i say
have i done anything over?
h-ll no

[loud obnoxious noise that is supposed to be a spectogram of a stretched obama forehead]

- luckytaaru

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