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letra de rappin' outlaw - mc nemesis

hook x2
i’m the rapping outlaw, mic’s a lethal weapon
got the flows no stressing, i’m teachin’ rappin’ lessons
ain’t n0body compares to me on my level
firin’ iron metal barrels, directly downin’ devils

verse 1
i’m the rapping outlaw, on this steel mic i rhyme
wanted dead for dispenses sentences like its crime
you ain’t quicker than my draw, i spit it like a six shooter
you don’t want none, you won’t have a future
don’t run ya done son, got my gun, loaded
bout to go round after round then i’ll reload it
i’ll check ya, wreck ya, blow out ya brains n’ make it rain
i’m stayin’ the same despite if i get the fame
so you can vote for me as your commander in chief
rootin’ out fakers, smokin’ beats up like keef
i’m the chief of my tribe, my pride, reigning supreme
a rap prodigy no lies, i’m hustlin’ onto the scene
stackin’ streams, stackin’ views on my channels
desperately they’s tryin’ to get me canceled
bunch of fake rappers that lack sk!ll n’ ability
here’s my advice, before you rap, hit p-b-rty
hook x2
i’m the rapping outlaw, mic’s a lethal weapon
got the flows no stressing, i’m teachin’ rappin’ lessons
ain’t n0body compares to me on my level
firin’ iron metal barrels, directly downin’ devils

verse 2
you can have millions of plays on all of ya raps
still you won’t be lit like this fire that’s a fact
i’m the strongest strain but you the weakest bud
done with the games, no shame when ya gettin’ burned
put ya in the urn, this sh-t’s so absurd
fakers vanishing, whoosh, wizardry with the words
i’m a wing beatin’, fire breathin’, hunter of heathens
i’m headin’ out for the k!ll call this the devil season
quit dissin’, you trippin, i don’t respond to trash
not fond of fake rap, makes me wanna cr-p
i only spit the facts, i can’t rap against liars
b-tch, you spittin’ smoke up, i’m bringing fire
these b-tch boys just toys that imma destroy
flyin’ the pain plane, droppin’ bombs on deploy
am i sly or coy? there’s venom in this snake
you f-cked up time now time to pay for ya mistakes

hook x2
i’m the rapping outlaw, mic’s a lethal weapon
got the flows no stressing, i’m teachin’ rappin’ lessons
ain’t n0body compares to me up on my level
firin’ iron metal barrels, directly downin’ devils
verse 3
the whispers, your whimpers, i barely hear the sound
you’ve sealed your fate, i gotta lay you in the ground
my demons i’ve been speakin’ on they’re here now
they’ve come to feast on ya meat like some sacred cows
you coulda woulda shoulda changed ya course in life
but you just brought bad weather so i’m ending this strife
i bring the blisters, the sinister summer spitter
g*nius of lyrical warfare, so declare me the winner
false gods are frauds the prophet they called mohammed
f-ck the false faiths to jesus i’m payin’ homage
slaughtering the targets that the lord forgot to hit
brandishing the bl–dy blades afta ya throats are slit
i am not a goat b-tch, i hunt all the quadrupedes
f-ck ya four legged devils, fill ya heads up with lead
i think i’ve said enough but i’ll add this instead
i’m droppin’ all foes then rejoicin’ when they dead

- mc nemesis

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