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letra de ski patch killers - mickey diamond & mark dark

[intro: mickey diamond]
ayo, paradox, parallel
blunts by the two like a pair of socks
the gun big-boneded, triceratops
when i let these shots fly from the stock
i’m tryna sever tops
flew through several blocks and hit a wall, i thought it never stop

[verse 1: allah preme]
you done for, p got the drop, i’m lookin’ in the scope
the gun war, started before your mom and dad elope
it’s go time, outside throwin’ shots at these lil’ demons
break a young n-gga off, thinkin’ i ain’t season
i’m willie beamon (what?)
pull it out the barrel, p-ssy creepin’ with mac, nice
and all black apparel (yo)
roots in the vanquish, it’s umbrella mafia (ah)
i’m south off of the border, but good coke by calafia
styles told me if i go broke follow a stranger
i remember the world before social media
slit, it’s shawshank, get ripped with the banger
you don’t understand all the pain it’ll bring to ya
the song i sing to your wife make her remember me
the god tongue sharp as a razor with the soliloquy
they mimic me, better pathetically now cipher, lord
honestly, my camp will decipher your whole cipher, god
[verse 2: mickey diamond]
the ski patch k!ller (diamond)
all praise, he who raps realer
we stack scrilla
cognac spillers, vanilla dutch
villain runnin’ through women like i’m in a rush (oh)
feelin’ like jimmy butler in the clutch
close the series with the winners touch (brr)
i ain’t tryna be a n-gga crutch
deluxe, plus i did songs with rusty jugs (i did)
off the books, crooks invadin’ the castle
gold rope like wonder woman lasso (yeah)
i stick my finger in your mother assh0l- (hehe)
some like it hot, i want tabasco
she saw me in the video, i f-cked her with the mask on
she a fan and couldn’t even name my last song
you ain’t buy imported goods, take yo ass home
the fashion k!ller, spend cash on designer fabrics
real gangsters don’t last long, it’s legends has it
my b-tch want nothin’ but green like she billie eilish
my team got plenty of sticks like the phillie flyers
semis fire, smell rubber peelin’ on spinnin’ tires (urr)
i’m tryna ball od like len bias, life by it, n-gga

[outro]
what?
ayo, paradox, parallel
blunts by the two like a pair of socks
the gun big-boneded, triceratops
when i let these shots fly from the stock
i’m tryna sever tops
flew through several blocks and hit a wall, i thought it never stop (diamonds)

- mickey diamond mark dark

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