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letra de cho$en - nate v.

(first verse)
b-tch i was chosen, death to everyone opposin’, look at my wrist dat b-tch golden
no b-tch i don’t think you get the notion gettin’ money is the motive
oh sh-t got dat b-tch wet like an ocean flow is water now she soakin’
no b-tch we are not cool i got no friends, pick your coffin then i close it
pick your coffin i’ll put you in it that quick, catch a body wit da casket
body f-ggots then i body bag em leave their body wrapped inside a trash bin
oh sh-t, who am i ‘sposed to oppose then i’m runnin’ out of opponents
no b-tch we made of different components we not the same i am potent

(second verse)
b-tch you better tighten up
i’m t-tanous, a tyrannous t-tan
i’m striking with lightning, uh i’m violent and vile biters
i light them up rilin up waves like poseidons son
the tridents summoned, i’m comin’ for your life so run
knives to lungs, slice em, i like the blood so pipe down
when i’m talkin’ yeah bite ya toungue
i’m a virus, you try me, you die chump

this sh-t is flawless
b-tch i am equal to none
i’m a god with this
you are the opposite, you are the opposition to the ultimate
what is a winged kuriboh to an obelisk
you are incompetent and you just stepped foot inside of my metropolis b-tch
i am ominous awful and dominant prominent too
and i’ve woken my oculus

b-tch i was chosen, death to everyone opposin’
look at my wrist, dat b-tch golden
no b-tch i don’t think you get the notion gettin’ money is the motive
oh sh-t got dat b-tch wet like a ocean flow is water, now she soakin
no b-tch we are not cool, i got no friends
pick your coffin then i close it

check the score board i’m headed for your necks with swords beheading the best of warriors
a hectic swordsman hecklers get wrecked and torn to a lesser form expelled by excessive force
this vessels worn it’s meant for a metamorphosis
metaphors just get clever wh-r- you’ve been sent a warnin’ when i call for war c-ck the 4 and turn your block into clockwork orange i’ve got a sword a gauntlet i copped from thor a f-ckin’ hornet a launcher that’s locked & loaded like wasps it swarms in the shock from it drops opponents the cloth i’m torn from is godly i’m omnipotent
an omnivore within an omni warship here to knock these doors in when i cause these storms and if you not talkin’ money then it’s not important

- nate v

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