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letra de underground - mastamiind

[verse 1]
i see an erratic m-ssive -ss -ssh0l- with talents
but sk!lls of a cat with a mallet, when it comes to rapping
and his actions, play back from the fact
that he’s want haggling bragging hoe from copenhagen
a slower tempo, it’s essential, to perform
his mad jagged edged craft like blacksmiths
the mic mighty, the mouse of might
might manupulate a mime like minor
minor shining, when the diamonds from the mud
upon i pick it’s mine or, make my mind up
with this inner line, as the clock was declining
fourth wall spitting and dripping raw sauce
eating popcorn and provolone b-lls
bumping marley marl, in a buick car
getting white folks annoyed, they calls hogs, but what for
abusing wh0r-s? the horror how i slaughter and maul
with my cousin young psycho, angered force
close to post mortem, 25 i split the quarter
cut ya nose bone off, and stab it in ya torso
more or less, these wack foes flows are horderves
to a lunch from a overweight bipolar boy
at a golden corral food bar
raise holy h-ll, through a calm storm

[verse 2]
dumb n-gga, with a k!lling revision up in a building
taking pills, acid, rocking ragged, think the p-ssy was rag dolled
mad gore, with masks off, and bath salts
a minute to k!llling up many, the kid with the getting
ya gat gone, like get in the back
i’m running command, i’m making manner
taming a mannequin, when i ran again
i just planned my shenanigans, pant again, and go panicking
the enemy you should be fearing like ear piercings
blocking me out, is something you be hearing
standing in negative 2 degrees, cold feet
f-ck computers, my facts dont need to be pc
you n-ggas is pg, i’m in a black gi, made from geese
when i’m spitting this easy, e peasy
when i get louder, i’m in account, like ran an a mount
i’m out again, defeat with written’s, but i’m a free style in
headphones in my ears, i’m never changing gear
stick shift, then that b-tch on ride, till i get near a peer
like i dissappeared, i don’t style
i just rhyme, now look at the time
it’s time, to show these n-ggas they minimized
making a k!lling again again, a hit in the head
is making me ridden, of getting dominican b-tches
but f-ck em i’m in it, i’m in to make some me riches
and give it to children lil niglet, yeah yeah

[outro]
nah, i’m too much of a d-ckhead for that
but uh, one more thing
name another n-gga who sk!lls at my age c-nt!
ok bye bye

- mastamiind

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