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letra de eighties - slymeboyzcult

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(verse 1: wastemane)

kick back relax in the back of he-rs-
stacking the cash in the back of a church
i let my alter ego write a verse
while my physical form saying “this dude’s the worst!”

i was cursed from the jump
while the dispersing the pump
action shotty got bodies
in stacks in the dirt
looking back at my past in disgust and nostalgia
discussing how we gonna poison our cult with formaldehyde

(verse 2: skeep)

better hide when you hear that sound
ready to die, bet i wear that crown
i don’t believe when you say you ride
cause i seen you cry when uncle sam came round
i’ve been listening to 8 ball & mjg
everybody wonders where i been lately
you wanna talk sh-t, you gone rest in peace
in a silk-lined pine box, six feet deep

(verse 3: wastemane)

six foot steep incline to the summit
hit the hotline as my mind state plummets
i want help, but i don’t need it
built this cult up the dirt, i lead it
no, don’t hit my phone for a feature
i don’t even want your b-tch, you can keep her
no lie, skeep helps me feed her
dap myself up, hold hands with the reaper

(verse 4: skeep)

got a scroll wheel on an ipod
full of my songs, and nothing less
got your b-tch on my line, saying
“my god, he’s f-cking fresh”

(verse 5: wastemane)

i’m the f-cking best, no wait, the bestest
he looks possessed, b-tch you f-cking guessed it
got a pitchfork chillin on my chest and necklace
i’ve blessed with checks cause i’m the best investment

- slymeboyzcult

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