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letra de death comes in threes - matt houston

verse 1 (matt houston)

you want that fly sh-t?
i’m the pilot, that’s my sh-t
the skies without all the bullsh-t you be likin’
something you can vibe with
see the light and it’s vibrant
give you life sh-t
(?) for the night quick
all that hype sh-t
beat the beat up it’s violent
i’m silent
imagine him coyote wildin’
i’m nice as the highest
leave a rapper lifeless
buildin’ up my resume (?)
the sky is the limit
why you think i’m puffin out these clouds tryna get it
wait a second
(?) with the bars b-tch “yay yay” flexin’
spittin’ flames hot as h-ll tryna find my way to heaven
and i might not make it
what i’m tryna say is got these b-tches bumpin’ coochie gettin’ white girl wasted
they all say they tryna slay sh-t
ima dragon spittin flames attackin’ tracks and i ain’t never goin’ back up in my cage
ayo matt is straight insane with the rap flow
it’s been dope might od off of that dose
straight cheesin’ with a bad hoe she that cold
all that talkin’ sh-t made me an -ssh0l-
you gettin’ what you asked for
savage with the bars they should put my -ss in prison
lookin’ for your chick she in my crib if she went missin’
i’m just the sh-t it’s just that simple what you want me to say?
i bring it home king james sh-t they bout to parade and you late

verse 2 (chris patrick)

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
i’m the expert in this avenue
my effort not unnoticed
y’all ain’t never had the apt-tude to severe all my focus cause
my att-tude is actually gettin’ monstrous
n-ggas is preposterous
difference sweet and simple you a b-tch without accomplishments
eclipsin’ all your confidence
cinematic n-ggas send their clips but we not watchin’ it
sensitive -ss n-ggas still be b-tches up there barkin’ sh-t
(?might fit tempo?)
slaughter anything
slaughter everything
slaughter enemies
slaughter the pack of the heathens leechin’ all upon on my energy
seein’ they lost ident-ties
reach to build a kingdom not lead us through all the century
sensin’ me if you will
too explicit to k!ll
too efficient ima build and plot the sh-t as i feel
i been poppin’ since ’96 tryna grind for a mil
i been shinin’ like diamonds and the rock on my grill
i been tryna keep cool cause it’s hot and it feels
slidin’ on these fools like i rock with the seals
watchin’ all my moves i don’t mind for the real
n-ggas need to just watch they self
workin’ all day till the sun is down
need a hunnid thou
every time a n-gga dumb it down
don’t talk b-tches and then run around
this is not the time to be that humble now
we up in the jungle now

verse 3 (shofu)

and we don’t f-ck around
sick of talkin’ if i hear another sound
my n-ggas comin’ to your crib to gun it down
happy that you stuck around
b-tch i keep a stick like i’m a drummer now
pop and leave a p-ssy n-gga underground
i linger like a thundercloud, unfortunate
you b-tchin’ i ignored it b-tch
i chop the body up and then i stored the b-tch
my tree was gettin’ light i needed ornaments
shofu the enormous sh-t
you won’t get a win up in my tournament
i’m so extraordinate
sit around my pockets gettin’ corpulent
they bigger than my legs this disproportionate
that’s a metamorphosis
if you try to play me like an organist
you end up in a box like a contortionist
b-tch i barely rap and i be torchin’ sh-t
pull up where you staying give your coordinates to all of my subordinates
you’ll be such a wh0r- for this
promised her a hundred for the head
she sucked my d-ck i took the money and ignored the b-tch
can’t give money to a b-tch
flash bands watch her -ss it go dummy on the d-ck
dark night but it’s lookin’ so sunny on my wrist
you broke ain’t a d-mn thing funny in this b-tch
too nice get clapped for breathin’
get slapped when i snap then season
my plate you get smacked for eatin’
i attack for feedin’
got your b-tch up on my lap she tweakin’
lemme hit it from the back for reasons
p-ssy n-gga i can rap for seasons
you n-ggas ain’t bout sh-t
all that money talk is cheap
i walk unique
you broke -ss n-ggas can’t walk with me
or talk to me
or watch for free
you better watch the street
and (?dock?) your eyes and (?) before you think about crossin’ me
this ain’t a dream, n-gga, you can really die up in this b-tch
and we won’t lose even an ounce of sleep, limitless

- matt houston

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