letra de mushinronsha - miklo (producer)
[verse 1: miklo]
it’s the arrival of the double-barrel rock salt messiah
point a burner at your favorite catholic, watch ’em feel the fire
feeling no remorse, apathetic, if you codependent
creeping like a filthy leech and never let your god forget it
forgetful when i’m sipping on a half a cup of lean
leaning with the llama, bring it to the eyes and aim between
steady mobbing with a follow-up to f-ck you up
we punch a preacher in his throat so when he’s choking i can tell him
the words of the devil that were written with unholy blood
stolen from a virgin like the innocence he’s holding up
now i can cleanse my soul with hypocritical sins
of a dirty clergy, murking anybody with the .30, [?]
got the blood [?] dark side coursing through my veins
change my name to savior when i slay [?]
the voices in my head and on my shoulder don’t exist
but if they did they’d be the devil that you try to meddle with
shoot up and shatter your glass house with a metal clip
clip these f-cking chumps who rip and dip, we [?]
[interlude: miklo]
hahaha, and i’m ’bout that
know i’m really ’bout it, aight
[verse 2: miklo]
we self-destructive in our tendencies of apathy
i cut my soul in seven and hung pieces like tapastry
and made a masterpiece, i’m masterful at piecing together
a couple lies that make you feel better than half of me
[interlude: f-kkit]
ayy, ayy
[verse 3: f-kkit]
said this that old-time missionary, got yo’ b-tch in missionary
chirping like canary, .30s flirting with my mistress (ayy, ayy)
buried bodies in that wet cement (ayy), imprinted like sediment (ayy)
no halo on that p-ssy boy (ayy, ayy), k!ll it like it’s heaven-sent (ayy, uh)
i been here at this stu’ (ayy)
i’ll flex till my shoulder blade broke
y’all ain’t even wanna catch a little pop, no coke (ayy)
b-tch (ayy), i’m drilling with my n-gga (ayy), feel mobile (ayy), tell the phone, ayy
ayy, still turnt like a steering wheel, lotta no-names talking
lotta funny n-ggas spitting, no skit
b-tch, you tryna be key & peele
i ain’t ever see you being real (uh), and that’s real
fishy-ass n-gga, i don’t f-ck with you, but no catfish
hoes on my side, lil’ p-ssy on the side like i’m done with my happy meal (ayy)
b-tch, you nothing (ayy), yeah, yo’ main b-tch nutting (ayy)
did her but you still fronting
never been tripping (ayy), b-tch, a tab got me tripping (ayy)
open up the other tab (ayy), b-tch (ayy), you tripping (ayy)
see a couple other women, but i ain’t ever got a limit
been cutting up you n-ggas, ayy
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