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letra de dump in the gut (freestyle) - lunar c

i got catfished on facebook by a bad b-tch
who turned out to be a little fat kid called patrick
i don’t believe in adam and steve, it’s adam and eve
i’m adamant nev better find the b-st-rd
i’m not h0m-phobic, i’m just mad that he embarr-ssed me
hang him by his ankle in an old abandoned factory
poor gasoline on some old p-rn magazines
fl!ck a match and leave, they always ask me how its hanging
i tell em to the left beside my leg
drunk girl blow on it like a breathalyzer test
it’s the second time i’ve stepped in this booth
you don’t have to tell me whether i’ve progressed
i’m just wondering when i’ll get invited next
cause i’m about bars, this is what i do
walk the streets aggy like a prost-tute who lost her shoe
in winter, with a slap or bar for bar, i could spin ya
you’re an internet gangsta with an itchy twitter finger
should already know that i’m the man biters
got me paranoid i had to buy a safe so i could hide my pad
i could grab my p-n-s with my writing had and pen a whole
verse in urine and reproductive fluids inside my pants
fake my own death and have facial reconstruction
quit rap and move to australia or something
come back in a year when i’ve f-cked up my career
and tell everyone i’m the victim of an alien abduction
the living dead make sure my tomb is buried deep
six feet like the human centipede
i’m not gonna stop until my name is on the most wanted list
and there’s rioters in the street burning lunar effigies
they’re looking at me like you’ve lost your mind
put that thing back in your pants that is not alright
b-tch listen close this is what god talks like
i’m not showing any cracks like a soft p-rn site
big headed enough to call my first album -the greatest hits-
k!ll yourself if you don’t buy ten copies
they think they can war with me, over my dead body
like six feet of dirt and a bright red poppy
you’re out of your element like a polar bear sun bathing
and drinking c-cktails on a folding chair, yeah
i’m miles ahead in my own lane you’re nowhere near
eavesdropping is the only time ya over here/overhear
bouncers always eyeball me coz i stink of weed
plus i’m banned from the strip club for throwing 50p’s
the greatest go tell em to wait their turn
to whoever it may concern i’m ready to take the world on
you’re looking frail like a weak old lady
or a week old baby, i run this
please don’t hate me just because i write rhymes like preemo
makes beats you know your boy lunar is the g.o.a.t!

- lunar c

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