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letra de alive - mattakript

intro:

yeah, i got a favor to ask

chorus:

please, put down, the mic (pretty please, pretty please)
like honestly why would you even try? (i don’t know no, no)
please, don’t be, surprised (every enemy)
that you are not walking out here alive (no you won’t no, no)

verse 1:

i told you rappers to f-ck yourself now you’re m-st-rbating, hand vibrating
on your shaft and shaking you jack off no ej-cul-ting
i’ll slice your limb off while this track is playing
then write bars, with the arm, that i’m amputating
(cut) all you artist got me wondering why
you say you’re one of a kind, but you’re not nothing divine
all thе music that you clowns have made, sounds the samе
clone it’s like a vacuum to my iris you all suckin’/suck in my eyes (so weak)
if you were all gathered on a song let’s be honest
everybody who listens would think there’s one person on it
and if i said you ain’t sound like a robot i’d be wrong
cause’ every song you get up on is like depictions from cybertron
saturate your vocals drowned in autotune
but half of rap is lyrics can’t hear it so what’s the point when it’s inaudible?
for fun i tried to imitate your style
figured it could be, instantly supplied, by an infant or a child, so
chorus 2:

this, is how, you sound (you know it’s true)
there’s like 8 million of you around (there’s probably more)

verse 2:

your rapping is so garbage i could pick up and grab
to put it into a can, zip up and stashed, in a bin or a bag
f-ck a skunk your writing stinks really bad
for real illiterate litter really it’s literal trash
so disposable, both of you, you and your vocal booth
considering you’re copycats no one would even notice too
your murder angle’s junk, i don’t notice no he-rs-s
and it’s ironic you’ll get bodied by my throw away verses (die)
matt’ll k!ll you cats inside a church a total slaughter
for you felines be lying i’ll get you drowned in holy water
in the game you’re a cheater/cheetah but no point running away
cause’ like a lion in sunday school, i studied my prey/pray
police will get more, “ten four”, reports, another dead corpse
blood on the brown veranda but there’s so much it’s a red porch
dead from pencil lead or, whatever matthews pen drawn
i found out that my purpose in life, is to end yours

chorus:
please, put down, the mic (pretty please, pretty please)
like honestly why would you even try? (i don’t know no, no)
please, don’t be, surprised (every enemy)
that you are not walking out here alive (no you won’t no, no)

outro:

it’s like the movie “gremlins”
and you dove into a pool of water
you motherf-ckers multiplied
d-mn duplicates

- mattakript

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