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letra de kill-more - mc rhymes

[intro]
mc rhymes on the track lets go!

[verse one: mc rhymes]
i’m the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth’s surface
penetratin’ the game on its cervix is my service
i like alliterative verses, i like cussing and innovative curses
as they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
yeh heh lets go, you ain’t even on my level
diablo, the one known as unholy and evil
in pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
you might wanna check me because of my persona
got loads of bad chemicals inside my persona mixing into evilness im feeling ill
cause every girl i deal and f-ck, it’s always against her will
the church is so f-cking evil
we don’t believe you, you need more people
your false persona is nothing while i’m on ya baby’s c (“bbc”) like the english channel
don’t get it? here take a second listen
with a world full of evil
as i light one for ill will

disguised as nice but true evil
never wrong at any level
ok, chief-in on whatever on another level
instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil
ok b-tch be my golden retriever fetch me the remote for my receiver so i can see who i can diss next, flow flowing like a water vortex, sorry did i cry do you need a kleenex, shh i need to teach my ex how to be clean, like my girls how i like my rhyme scheme (mean)
haters always be hissing at me b-tch you can’t see me you don’t understand these punchlines they are way outta your radar because you say “oh i know music, you suck everything sucks” b-tch slit your throat cuz if you listen to my music you might as well look up cut throat heh get it, cut throat, build a moat around my headquarters cuz i only allow og fans in
with this flow im like a clay-more but ill k!ll way more, ok wh-r-, d-mn my back is sore
do you get your ghostwriters from a thrift store? cmon this is rap keep it real write your own sh-t oh wait you can’t when you have someone else writing you a song and writes 90 % of it

(round two fight)

[verse two: mc rhymes]
sixteen bars to k!ll a rapper? b-tch, you do the math
but anyway, give me cash f-g, cause i’m low on gas
that’s a little math joke, for you slow type
and i like my marijuana bright
i like my b-tches good at math
i’m full of swag, may arrive last
to rap while cursed by math
crawls right down the crack of your -ss
she gon’ shake that little -ss while they rain with that cash
than anything ms. teacher said in my math cl-ss
hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
you test me and i’m goin’ harder than a math exam
i was watching that cmon, remote in hand failed my math exam but will not fail my evil murder exam, they want what they can’t have
unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math
you wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans
mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance (haha)

this sh-ts to easy
here we go again!

may as k!ll a few more punch lines
aye, life’s a b-tch, and i’m cuffing mines
obscene the way i k!ll
i was so sincere like nas first name
the more i rap the more i k!ll , the more i k!ll the more it became a thrill
my self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found
feeling’ more doubt now? k!ll your worn out sound
uh
the way you move in panic is like pieces of scrabble
its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a f-ggot hoe
the day sam rosen never rolled and malcolm never spoke
will be the day lyrical rap will take over, cuz i’ve had enough of these idiotic brainless mumble rappers
with these rhymes im like the bruce wayne of rap i dont show my true form until i build up the energy and release it on my enemy
i just attacked you and you sh-t in your pants accidentally
go back and watch my doc-mentary im sure you’ll find something to use against me
i’m looking for smoke bring me some trash rappers i’ll make them choke
mc rhymes is now woke, hey mgk, lil pump at least im dope i don’t go around actin like a thug owning the streets, f-ckin losers wake the f-ck up you suck take the l there’s no room for mumble anymore
if you come at me im’a start a war and end it like a clay-more cuz ima k!ll-more

- mc rhymes

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