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letra de k.o - mastamiind

[verse]
you wouldn’t think i would come back would ya?
sicker with a pad, madder than the mad hatter
if he lost his hat at boxing match between alice and the rabbit
while they fought in a soccer mom van with 3 kids in
and the cat in the hat as the announcer man
genetically made in a lab, that’s why my raps will be cl-ssic
chitter chatter, i’m the batter hitting, with guillotine needles attached to the bat, p-ssive aggressive b-st-rds
i’m breaking brackets and barriers, think my rap flow hysterical
i’m two dogs caged in one, a g*nius with a cohesive thesis
but the mind of b-tthead and beavis, f-ck relevance
someone go p-ss me the reefer
move the game with my cerebrum like it’s telekinesis
commit infamy politically never civil to bigotry
using imagery to show ya that i don’t bring up sympathy
tired of all the mimicry, rappers take what you say from me, apparitions, ghostwriting; paranormal activity
i’m showing how to do villainy, mf to the industry
ain’t here to make friends, nor enemies, i came to pillage them, sk!ll of 96′ eminem, let the heat melt like m&m
and i think i reinvented my own sentences
eye in the pyramid, back on the dollar bill
terrorize you parasites with a glock and a box of rocks and shields, i’m over heads like chandeliers, i give it clearer
that i look in the mirror and my reflection says that
i’m the illest spitter her’, wise cracking
fire cracker in -sses of female store baggers
and the -sshole who spread gum fresh out the wrapper
on some plexigl-ss and then smashed the walls and cr-p
with a hammer, a bat, rutabaga, lead, and fishing nets
the pest with a grudge of smoking crack is back
ready to make a slap attack
if you think i’m going too far you’ve hit the deeper end
no matter who in charge, i’m constantly with the bars, anthropomorphic dinosaur holding jason swords
with my tiny arms, and the army trying shoot me down
with tranquilizer guns, me i’m just having to write my wrongs
on the pad and fight the fire, no department for you to depart in, part to the beat felt r-t-rded, rewarded flawless
give bars in lines you won’t see through like a prison cell
f-ck be under the weather, i’m in where the lighting strikes at will, f-ck a chain if it ain’t real, you should know that i kick sh-t raw
like a new soccer field, yeah, mf till i die
i’m off the rails like a train without a driver
pushing the throttle hoping you’ll live by tomorrow

- mastamiind

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