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letra de mf xander - mastamiind

[verse]
i make sense, don’t need change i’m rich, in ignorance
something in that water of yours it’s a greedy trench
good money well spent, could’ve been spent on time
late to ya bill, the thing bout to be cut, be ya life line
dogg, my mind boggles off how you seeing
this chemical warfare without any type of goggles
my mind travels like oliver and wilbur’s first plane
first time’s a charm, second time, it’s lame
i’m harder than underground b-ss lines
watch that sh-t thump, you shorter look up at defeat
you a d-mn stump, i’m from another plateau
b-tch, i’m an alien, i don’t f-ck with humans
i’m out my t-tanium cranium, i portrayed my past
to flash my future, and my bars still contemporaneous
i speed past rappers, with lambo’s without chasing em
a basket case, case the case, like i’m containing it
you the sh-t, you say, you soiling yourself kid
the dirt i’m from is were i plant the zin
h-ll’s angel, yes i plan to sin, like a mail man
tell the game kiss my -ss, then watch my b-tch tail spin

[hook]
mf xander, got the doom in ya area
causing m-ss hysteria, when it’s more it’s merrier [x2]

[verse 2]
toxic, the opposite of not sick
i’m sick as f-ck, so i am my own doctor
talk sh-t, you get smack like a loud chew
ya’ll spit like silent letters, to me, it’s like who aloud you?
i’m slick like two o’s, cause i blow smoke too
you wanna try, try, i leave you split on one side, like a lazy eye
might have a couple z’s in my last name but i don’t sleep
don’t sleep on me, i do large, that i card in, like ebt
i won’t leave you alive, i’ll leave ya last life
you ain’t cold at all, you like a ice t without ice
i’ve been on the road, idiot flow, no simpleton though
i’m heavy weight, you hold a simple ton bro
i swear, too much they say, that mean my mouth froze
icicles hang from noses, the chain from eskimos
i go’s in like soccer b-lls, the goal in the net
i’m holding this b-e-t, like the awards were cash sets
simplistic with linguistics, i never been this lit
ya’ll still sound like b-tches even girl dogs can admit this
cold when i go, your chick give the signal, pistol froze
at ya nose, now you the carrot on the man of snow
never my sold my soul cause my shoes feel good on my toes
never carried louie bags, that’s for them c–n hoes
remember it’s the glory, within god, nothing less than gold
tell them mumble hoes to permanently shut they mouth closed

[hook]
mf xander, got the doom in ya area
causing m-ss hysteria, when it’s more it’s merrier, b-tch [x2]

- mastamiind

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