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letra de new york - marc maron

i’m running, running through the jungle
running like a slave through the underground tunnel
told you all n-ggas better get these b-tches
’cause i spit till my lips need 16 st-tches
i am, lyrical intrusion
you b-tches can’t see me like i’m really an illusion
i hop upon your face and do my motherf-cking tooth that
till i know the meat out like a motherf-cking toothpick
ah, i’m nasty n-gga, like nas like kim, like c-ssie b-tches
like i’m f-cking chris dope or that raspy n-gga
or the skin on the feet of a ashy n-gga
i am, whatever they say i am
bumping like the -sses on them thick b-tches at stadiums
f-ck them other b-tches i sound better in the place of them
i k!ll this sh-t this the motherf-cking raping
sick b-tch, chicken noodle soup face
calls from oversea like a motherf-cking crusade
crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop brooklyn, made the sh-t and coveri run new york, i run new yorki am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
that wnt missing from a dungeon
y’all a bunch of n-ggas getting trippy off of nothing
tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
i’m satan, and i’ma take your -ss to church now
running my fields and you midgets on your first down
i love it, when these b-tches know i’m better than them
’cause i don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them
i’m a fire, enemies of the force round
b-tches and i rap, elliptical, all it’s round
b-tches and a condo, i sit with an open mouth
b-tches and you b-tches are lyrically
like some f-cking down syndrome, no offense
no shame in all, but y’all b-tches on knees like baby claws
you can catch me out in cover, chilling like a stoop kid
yeah hate don’t talk b-tch dosick b-tch, chicken noodle soup face
calls from oversea like a motherf-cking crusade
crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop brooklyn, made the sh-t and coveri run new york, i run new yorki’m lyrical coming on general
take shots when i was a criminal
don’t stop, continue on running around
but never some of the sh-t that i’m fin to do
y’all that i’m giving you
if you front, i’m gonn put and end to you
i’m like scorpion, b-tch i will finish you
making nasty, real, real nasty
way you b-tches running like you will get past me
won’t happen you b-tches could get on, when i’m off it
try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin
it’s just me, myself and i
talk tough sh-t and i’ma beat you till you die
ask why, because i’m better than you’ll ever be
that’s why sh-t negotiate seems lighter than heavy dsick b-tch, chicken noodle soup face
calls from oversea like a motherf-cking crusade
crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop brooklyn, made the sh-t and coveri run new york, i run new york

- marc maron

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