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letra de d - miya lowe

[track 1]

[verse 1]
villain, man, never ran with krills in his hand and
won’t stop rockin’ til he clocked in a gazillion grand
tillin’ the wasteland sands
raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin’ fan
he rest when he’s ashes
ask ’em after ten miles in his ga-lashes, smashes stashes
chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster
a clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster
they supposed ta know, it show when his aura glow
get from out the row, when he get dough it’s horrible
time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess
the ten case of cave a chicken chest s
yes ya’ll the dub will get ya trickles
the best ballers pitch in and rub to get a nickels
but tut tut, he about to change the price again
it go up each time he blow up like hydrogen
villain here, have em shrillin’ in fear
and won’t stop top illin’ til he a gazillionaire
grillin’ stare, yeah ya boy had drama
got ’em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma
once sold an inbred skinhead a n-gga joke
plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke
i thought i told ’em, “firing pins was separate”
he find out later when he tries to go and rep it
took a jehovah money for a arabic torah
charged an advance to translate it and ignored it, sorta
one monkey don’t stop no slaughter
a junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border
know the drill, it ain’t worth the overk!ll
flow sk!ll, still there’s no thrill
villa bill ya ten k bills in his pilla
villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with—
—dilla, (dilla) mix, mix, mix
[track 2]

[intro]
you know you can do anything
you can totally do anything you want -laughter-
i’m laughing because it’s a lie
because you can’t do anything
because you can basically do nothing
you can do nothing
you- you’re good for nothing
you do nothing
yeah that’s what you’re good for nothing
you go ahead and do “nothing”
and someone else will do everything
don’t worry about it
you do nothing, that’s what you’re good it
d-mn branden!

[verse 1: eminem]
slim shady, brain dead like jim brady
i’m a m-80, you little like that kim lady
i’m buzzin’, dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
cursin’ at you players worse than marty schottenheimer
you wacker than the motherf-cker you bit yo’ style from
you ain’t gon’ sell two copies if you press a double album
admit it, f-ck it, while we comin’ out in the open
i’m doin’ acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin’ dope then
my name is marshall mathers, i’m an alcoholic
i have a disease and they don’t know what to call it
better hide your wallet ’cause i’m comin’ up quick to strip yo’ cash
bought a ticket to yo’ concert just to come and whip yo’ ass
b-tch, i’m comin’ out swingin’ so fast it’ll make yo’ eyes spin
you gettin’ knocked the f-ck out like mike tyson (pssh)
the proof is in the puddin’, just ask deshaun holton
i’ll slit yo’ motherf-ckin’ throat worse than ron goldman
[verse 2: eminem]
so when you see me on yo’ block with two glocks
screamin’, “f-ck the world” like 2pac
i just don’t give a f-ck
talkin’ that sh-t behind my back, dirty mackin’
tellin’ your boys that i’m on crack
i just don’t give a f-ck
so put my tape back on the rack
go run and tell your friends my sh-t is wack
i just don’t give a f-ck
but see me on the street and duck
’cause you gon’ get stuck, stole, and snuffed
’cause i just don’t give a f-

[track 3: homie and junt]

d-mn branden, this is crazy!

[track 4]

d-mn branden, this is crazy!

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- miya lowe

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