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letra de massacre (pt. 1) - midknyte

part 1

[intro]
i am not wanted! yea
1,2
what?
1,2,3,4!

[verse 1]
comin’ for b-tches with violence
from the stiches they hidin’
i’m breakin’ my silence
i’m takin’ some guidance
they hatin’ on enlightment
ima take yo brain and divide it
you a b-tch, don’t even try to fight it
need a plan to master like i did
you fuel for me, i take it and i light it
they think im a f-ckin’ black sheep
no, i’m the guy who shoots the taxi
f-ckin’ her in the backseat
don’t ever ask me
if my sh-t is cr-ppy
im on her face like acne
i made sociopaths happy
schemin’ like the grеat catsby
and f-ck everyone who bait had mе
shoutout to everyone who ain’t tax me
i made death and fate pass me
guns a symbol for the us
second amendment right
school shootings, gangs, now everythin’ different, fight
i remember the days when we handle sh-t with fights
now days, you wanna slapbox and they just bring a knife
girls doin’ coke in the stalls ‘cause we can’t be high on life
and if you make a joke it’s like “you wanna die tonight?”
just k!ll yourself instead of everyone else, you stupid b-tch
and now they think f-ckin’ “stop bullying” gonna do the trick
might be too political, but adam is a f-ckin’ f-ggot
you shoot up lil’ kids up because of your baggage?
-no past convictions
so with that same gun you rented
you shoot up all these victims
this sh-t could’ve been prevented
maybe stop the bullyin’ at it’s core
instead of sayin’ “whatever” and lockin’ your door
and if not, get them mental help
(or maybe they should keep it to themselves)
say one wrong thing and you’re in a padded cell
like don’t you think that’s what makes a k!ller? jail
confined in a f-ckin’ white jacket
if i was them, i’d grab that pistol too and rack it
but not for the kids, maybe aim it at me
after that trauma, life is just a half need!
(yea, yea)
(yea, yea, yea, yea, yea)
(ayy)
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
(ayy, yea) (ayy, yea, yea, yea!)
[interlude]
yea, that was just a warning before the song even starts, so yea
1, 2, yea
1, 2, 3, 4!

[verse 2]
f-ck everybody, you wanna come get it?
i hit it and k!ll everybody
every shawty
every blondie
f-ckin’ zonin’ out, while i shoot
if i’m going out, y’all comin’ too
kamikaze
if it’s a diss, b-tches gonna get bodied (ayy)
i’ll f-ckin’ switch the genre of your hobby (ayy)
ww3, fire on everyone who doubt me (yea)
i’ll f-ckin’ murder every diss you got about me
tryna find a saving grace, something towards the light
‘till i got in that navy base, and now i know how to fight
i’m playin’ chess, you playin’ checkers
you some ants and i’m the big stepper (yea, yea)
she got over 6 had to go and check her (yea, yea)
big copy, you’re a cheeta, i’m the leopard (yea, yea)
every song breakin’ my own records
i’m hotter than a f-ckin’ ghost pepper
y’all sheep, i’m the f-ckin’ shepherd
she was textin’ me before you even left her (left her!)
(yea, yea)
(ayy)
(yea, yea, uh)
(yea)
(yuh, yuh!)
[refrain]
run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang
run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang
run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang
run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang
(run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang
run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang)
(ayy, yea, yea)

[outro]
(run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang
run away
outta my face
i’m in pain
count my days
kurt cobain
solo tame
you’s a lame
screw yo gang)

- midknyte

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