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letra de american mike - mike oxlong

[intro]
how many people do drugs? one thousand
two thousand, three thousand, maybe even more than one million
well, no surprise, mike’s one of them
here i come

[verse 1]
mike lee oxlong thinks he has too much on his plate
wear the f-cking same pants full of pills that count to eight
f-ck high school, man i got some other f-cking song to create
when the music stops, i’ll be smoking two packs of mj in one day
not michael jordan, michael jackson, the answer i’m looking for is mary jane
drop bars in these songs of mines and i’ll still remain
well what’s that cypress hill track called again, insane in the brain
shoot this b-tch then take this f-cking thin line of cocaine
people wonder about my worst behavior and my little habitats
get this, mike’s more f-cking crazy than a 6 foot clown
and i’m not talking about f-cking haters, not those clowns
i’m talking about that coulrophobia that comes around
the more theses celebs skeletons start to come off their closets
socking these f-cking f-gs, to the point they got brutally dropped by colossus
it still wouldn’t matter if your pockets are f-cking empty
won’t think twice about f-cking shooting you, plus talk about bullets
this f-cking pistol has plenty
[chorus]
you don’t really wanna f-ck with mike
the only thing he does is f-cking wipe
wipe your soul outta this world, that’s right (mike!)
but for real, don’t f-ck with mike
inside the suitcase, filled with your baby’s parts of five
you don’t really wanna f-ck with mike
the only thing he does is f-cking wipe
wipe your soul outta this world, that’s right (mike!)
but for real, don’t f-ck with mike
inside the suitcase, filled with your baby’s parts of five

[verse 2]
jerry maguire but you had me at f-ck you
i don’t got 4 rings or 4 chains but i f-cking got a stolen pistol
poking my personal f-cking bubble with the dart that you threw
bad boys, i k!ll before and i k!ll again
my other members start acting like p-ssies, am i the only men
speaking off p-ssies, they don’t have f-cking b-lls to write this sh-t on pen
used to call me nice guy ed like chris penn
took too much f-cking heroin inside the veins from my body
constipation comes around, corny but i start to f-cking potty
this world also has acid, took i but couldn’t sleep
my mental illness, only f-cking tell you this, it’s pretty deep
ruthless as f-ck, blow your f-cking grandmama’s dust
and sweep them and throw her ass out, soul’s crushed
lace you with angel dust because your dumb and i am note
my cigarette, joint, or even the f-cking lighter to your check spot
it’s feeling every hot, after that get shot
this is the end of the plot, act like nothing ever f-cking happened
then take out my bag of weed and put it on this pot
[chorus]
you don’t really wanna f-ck with mike
the only thing he does is f-cking wipe
wipe your soul outta this world, that’s right (mike!)
but for real, don’t f-ck with mike
inside the suitcase, filled with your baby’s parts of five

[outro]
they know, just f-cking saying
out this b-tch in the spot right now
bars come and go, thats the way life goes around here
for real i’m out

- mike oxlong

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