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letra de funeral - midwest rejects

[hook: p mills]

run your mouth just once, we’ll take you down because
we high as f-ck
(its going down)
not giving a sh-t about some cynical kids poppin’ they
keys on the internet
(its going down)
not giving a geez about they disrespect, give me booth
mic and my intellect
what do you know? collecting checks
paychecks kid, paychecks
first place kid, whats next?

[verse 1: a. tone]

i transcend through dimensions in seconds, i’m reckless
when i pen this like cuttin’ through your midsection
for your kidneys, then i sell em’
all for some breakfast, give a d-mn if you’re breathless
gettin’ the paychecks b-tch, for the rap purpose
and if we need more we’ll go into the churches
rob your families of they purses, while they
attendin’ your funeral services, all for a worthless purchase
make a wild beat on a free trial, go an extra mile
and defile like i sh-t myself joggin’ like i was a child
evolvin’ to become viral, you can’t resist the infections
it makes whack rappers start sweating, trying to fight it off with injections
sendin’ pellets, not missiles and they still missed us like those bullets
in pulp fiction the apex is the rejects
slapping the defects and stomping on your god d-mn system
p mills, brutal making christians thinking we’re s-d-stic
chewing the fur off your mistress like they some god d-mn vixens

[hook]

[verse 2: p mills]

push yourself into the absolute limit
me, i’m dealt with a liquid current fluid gas and the match is burnin’
any false move can ignite it, oops its ignited
the scoop for a piece of p–p, he f-cked with the wrong dude
i told you f-ck with me no chivalry
i’ll tear you apart undecently with urgency, no diplomacy
for this p-ssy, eradicated, his heart i ate it
his b-tch i inserted into her slit, two weeks later
she took a sh-t and burped kids, motherf-ckers got me livid
and theres no tellin’ who f-ckin’ did it
bout to slap someone’s lash off they lid
with a copy of lake placid before they see who did it
snort hits like them smash kids, i ain’t f-ckin’ around no more
b-lls six four, and i am a [?]
throwing them around, like meteors, its a f-ckin’ funeral
for you dumb-ss wh0r-s

[hook]

[verse 3: brutal]

(brutal)
got my steel and its hotter than lava rocks
i pull up on your block and i got this f-cking glock c-cked
cause i don’t f-ck with you p-ssy -ss n-ggas
i pull up on your block and i’ll squeeze this f-cking hair trigger
look me in the eyes, i wanna see you die
go to the funeral and watch your momma cry
pullin’ off screamin’ “murda murda k!ll k!ll”
we don’t give a f-ck, drinkin’ liquor, poppin’ pills
i hear a voice, “d-mn brutal you shot em'”
i look at p mills, yeah n-gga i got em
the moral of the story is you want a stay alive
stay your -ss inside, and you might survive
its a. tone, p mills, and brutal coming through
you hear me money stackz, we’ll k!ll your whole crew
thats right you hear me, we the f-ckin’ realest
we just murdered your -ss with nothin’ but our lyrics

fatality

- midwest rejects

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