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letra de hills have rhymes - mr. ge

[intro]
yo… mr. ge… ha
[verse one]
comin’ right from glasgow like a playa
i’m just sayin’ that i’ll k!ll ya if you f-ck with me boy
this ain’t the time to be macho… be tough if you are tough naturally
you ain’t… you’re a f-ckin’ p-ssy and i’ll smack a b-tch til she screams for mercy
you say i’m cr-p boy… you got another thing coming
i took a b-tch and slit her throat with a f-ckin’ knife
i wanted to end her pretty life… it wasn’t all that pretty to see the least
she’s now dead… ha
man… i’m the top man… i’ll slop ya man like i’m hoppin’ into the ghetto like an n
takin’ rhymes and spittin’ it til i fall from the out of breath
i’ll smash heads with a f-ckin’ hammer and a screwdriver
i’ll f-ck up a motherf-ckin’ -ssh0l- with a street pole up his -ss
i’ll come back on these -ss whacks, whack -sses who just can’t see what i’m about
i ain’t a p-ssy… toughness is not for a wussy
i’ll put down any f-cker that f-cks with me
[hook]
take a look at these rhymes
i’m rhyming like i’m a serial k!ller
check out these rhymes… hills have rhymes
these hills have rhymes that slope down… down… down
[verse two]
a man behind the line that rhyme like a ticking time
i feel so fine like any opportunities i ain’t gonna decline
i spit murder, every bar is a crime
i’ll make ya grind like ya so f-ckin’ grand but i ain’t
i’ll make ya’ll smell like paint by pouring paint over ya’ll
i’m wicked… the wickedly wicked kid who is gonna f-ck ya’ll up more than my old alter ego sid
you sad… i don’t give a f-ck so i’ll be k!lling you
i was slap my ex for f-ckin’ with me… i’mma k!ll one of my bullies family
set the house of fire and laugh all day
k!ll some of my bullies with an ak… maybe an uzi but what if i can’t use one
i’ll k!ll a local nun and tell her when she’s deceased that she’s none… she’s now gone
yo… been walking on a hill with rhymes… yo
[hook]
take a look at these rhymes
i’m rhyming like i’m a serial k!ller
check out these rhymes… hills have rhymes
these hills have rhymes that slope down… down… down
[verse three]
hoppin’ into the hood with my homie but sh-t ain’t as good when some -ssh0l-s becomes big headed
i thought i was big headed but i soon to know that i ain’t the only one
someone more than me… f-ck this sh-t man
i’ve wanted to k!ll people that i hate
i maybe do it… so it’ll be f-ckin’ great
i’m so f-ckin’ fat so i’mma stop going into the fridge to eat
beat a wh0r- til she lays on the ground almost dead
spit on her… tell her she’s a f-ckin’ n0body and that no one likes her
man… could this verse be the shortest
put my haters on a hit-list and k!ll them when i’m p-ssed… with a gun… not with my fist
man… hills could have rhymes… ha

- mr ge

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