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letra de z-10 - mercenaries (rap group)

[hook]
keep us spinnin’ like a helicopter
we all jenova you can call us mother
the world’s f-cked we the visualizer
mercenaries can never faulter

[w a s]
i been smoking on that mid
p-ssin on your corpse, i f-cking sin
twenty-six years deep in mud
like you know i never cared
f-ck you, mercenaries won’t give you a break
heli pulling up its time to wake
pathetic piece of sh-t
stand up and get hit

[venting palace]
bounties paid with blood money
locked up in a cage why he acting chummy
tryna play us he must think we dummies
he’ll think this pole is comedy ’cause it sounds h-lla funny
mission completed i’m tying up another bag
went to catch some bogeys now they’re putting up the white flag
never took us serious they think it’s all a gag
when we catch him lackin’ we gon make his body sag
[hook]
keep us spinnin’ like a helicopter
we all jenova you can call us mother
the world’s f-cked we the visualizer
mercenaries can never faulter

[mugxtsu]
your time has come to leave
this infected world
don’t tell me that you’re proud
you’re just another f-cking leech
your time has come to leave
this infected world
don’t tell me that you’re proud
you’re just another f-cking leech

[lord distortion]
royalty on b-tches with the affluence so make way
homie f-cking grinding only grinding for a pay raise
sending out a decoy have em looking in the same place
extermination attitude my boy we finna lay waste
f-cking f-ck
biting on your nails until you turn em into bl–dy stumps
roll up with the mercenaries p-ssy we don leveled up
take it back a couple years i’m going back to huffing dust
blow a hole right thru his ears that sh-t be wide as f-cking sl-ts
[hook]
keep us spinnin’ like a helicopter
we all jenova you can call us mother
the world’s f-cked we the visualizer
mercenaries can never faulter

[sulph]
ay putting the nail in ya coffin
crossing off the name of the list of the people that i’m offing
f-cking yo career for a profit
watching you grief over sh-t you achieved which is nothing
you need coke for your music?
regular p-ssy it’s amusing
think about the crew that you’re choosing
backstabbing f-cks everywhere, b-tch what did you think?

[papa sleep]
hit the dance floor imma leave the party bl–dy
chopper is pans-xual way the barrel kissing everybody
got your head in the wheels of my humvee
suck me cut me leave me dizzy leave me clumsy
all these leeches on my toes
and they smelling so fishy, can’t fix me i’m not even broken
you bloated you not my opponent
we know it now get your glock loaded your brain getting blown out

- mercenaries rap group

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