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letra de the story of jason dominic - mastamiind

[verse]
let’s talk on some gangsta sh-t
hold it, and post with guns again
punish the publisher of puns and retort to n-gg-s
who think my sh-t r-t-rded
let’s start this, a n-gg- hold the parcel with the gun inside it
dyin to c-ck on the clock
couple minutes before they take it out and start shots with it
a box of pac sensing in my stuff
i study biggie, pun, & eazy e for fun, that’s how sh-t done
go back like reruns, and life is no refund
run, the drummer boy rather play with a ouija board
tell em it’s evil boy, what’s the point of a chain or a whip
it all explains the horror, harder to purk
than amigo work it’s certain
snakes are serpents, prefer the burning of the earth
scatterbrained, half insane, and half sane in
and seen as an evil human being
attending this h-ll, it feel like i broke my attendon
rip to my feelings, i don’t feel them/
johnny appleseed as he cut trees, i won’t breath
i deceive, release, and never get peace, sheesh
i remember all the worse things
i remember roaches on my apartment walls crawling
i remember gunshots and i remember cops come
cinema, with climaxes, the sh-t p-sses like a mid life crisis
it’s priceless, how can the dice not roll
when we fighting, within the riots
rather f-ck my tears out, f-ck the birds and the bees
locksmith with a key, electric set on the scene
if life was a wife i’ll rather get a divorce
the source of the sh-t, rides my mind like a horse
holes on every corners like a f-cking golf course
and my ball ain’t even towards my reward
go forward to the core of your aura, huh
f-ck living broke, that’s the way i’m living, huh
will this rap sh-t pop off before i turn 20, huh
will i learn my purpose or will i die slowly, huh
answer that, picture that
fish tank full of sh-t, bank
sit, pit, as i sink, thank god, i get to do this sh-t
i spit more than if i had hypersalivation, god save me
i’m black, not proud, how crazy
shadiest n-gg- you’ll come across in your lifetime
f-ck saving, life’s short, what’s reason for saving life’s time
do the running man on ya grave, how i celebrate
f-ck n-gg-s are gonna talk they like i’m really gonna conversate
complicated, compensate, and coordinate a plan
f-ck a centerfold, i fold the center of ya whole gang
i’ve said life’s a b-tch before, white on a diamond floor
cocaine and codeine till these rap n-gg-s coffin close
cold shoulder front from the world
got icicles in my nose
indulged, with bottles of pills
ain’t gonna happen though
forever more h-ll from wh-r-s
who f-ck ya for fame and fortune
source from intercourse, then they spend it on a purse of course
told my story and nothing more
sit and i think should i live it forward along
gone

- mastamiind

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