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letra de respect - mr. shellfish

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“fattest -ss i remember ever seeing…i was selling gyros and…this woman…she had, on the top, she had the body of a regular person. but…on the bottom, there was, it was like, someone pulled out all the dresser drawers from the bottom of her.”

“and it was just straight? it just was like-”

“it was like…line down…and then a rectangle at the bottom.”

had to put my foot down when it comes to n-ggas talking sh-t
pills made n-ggas wanna k!ll, ill will delivers ill equipped
i switch attention deficit into daydream recessions
with some better mental benefits and quicker progressions

i shrunk your pride down a gigabyte
so now that thing on your shoulder is just a microchip
all these lines got ’em tongue-tied
work on the knot while i’m working my c-ck inside your b-tch

i make beautiful illusions
my words are elusive movements
into the noodles of my students
don’t you ever disrespect

these other dudes too stupid
tunes doing what the blues did
now we boolin’ as the new kids
don’t you ever disrespect, ha

i blast the foam off the mic
my chocolate bars so dark they turn the day to the night
or turn a priest to a pike or turn a queen to a dyk-
i invented seven venoms just by spitting my spite
that’s right

if your boys are talkin’ sh-t, then you better rep your set
whitehall smart shooters, get that message through your head
talk sh-t, boy, i’m teaching you respect
sixteen shots, boy, i’m teaching you respect

if these b-tches talking sh-t, then you send they -ss to me
yes, i plays dirty, send shots through your knees
talk sh-t, boy, i’m teaching you respect
sixteen shots, boy, i’m teaching you respect

whoa, whoa, sh-t gets outta control
switch out the flow, keep these hoes on they toes
and if you got beef, wipe that sh-t off your t–th
i got shooters in ‘didas and hits with no features, ya

all my homies homeless, who the f-ck you think you playing with
all these mcs lined up open mouthed so they can taste the d-ck
uh, it’s that young tom selleck
digging through ya trash; yes, the kid gon’ get it

uh, and you can’t f-ck with it
ask for the beast, show my motherf-cking belly
f-ck your sh-t, that’s the motherf-cking motto
sitting pretty in your mouth, it’s the d-ck you gotta swallow

i don’t give a f-ck about some soundcloud rappers
b-tching from the top, they’re some sound loud rappers
always boxed in, they’re some bound down rappers
nothing but the same sh-t, we need less rappers

wanna talk about rapping, how ‘bout you show me a track
get this long pipe, boy; i might just blow out your back
you can count out your stacks, don’t have a problem with that
art without p-ssion, got a problem with that

if your boys are talkin’ sh-t, then you better rep your set
whitehall smart shooters, send that message through your head
talk sh-t, boy, i’m teaching you respect
sixteen shots, boy, i’m teaching you respect

if these b-tches talking sh-t, then you send they -ss to me
yes, i plays dirty, send shots through your knees
talk sh-t, boy, i’m teaching you respect
sixteen shots, boy, i’m teaching you respect

oh sh-t, oh f-ck
yo, let that beat ride, f-ck
sh-t sounds mad s-xy

- mr shellfish

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