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letra de aye yuh its lit vro! (/mu/ writes a soundcloud rap song) - mu

[intro]
aye, yuh
hoo, what
yuh, gang
huh? brrt
i’m depressed
i like anime and trannies
k!ll me now
aye

[verse]
b-tch i’m with the sh-ts (gang)
p-ssy n-gg- suck this d-ck (trick)
lit off actavis (purpp)
bustin shots i never miss (pew pew)
xanax in her cl-t, aye
pop it like a zit, aye
that b-tch she so smoking, make my d-ck hadouken
i f-cked a trap in the trap, aye
’round these rappers i run laps, aye
your b-tch she sit on my lap, aye
i’mma tap another trap (esket-t)
blood gang for life yeah i’m thuggin in this b-tch
perky and a xanny yeah i’m thuggin in this b-tch
dressin like a woman yeah i’m thuggin in this b-tch
smokin p-n-ses yeah i’m thuggin in this b-tch
slip in her front like a sausage through rye
drowning in money d-mn i’m h-lla high
pigs tryna catch me but b-tch i’m too slick
only thing they tagged me with is a hick
b-tch here i come b-tch i’m tougher than knuckles
best in the game b-tch i’m rougher than knuckles
b-tch call me knuckles cause b-tch i don’t chuckle
i’d rather just flex my muscles
lazer and tazers high up im a crazer
head from a two year old, call me eraser
f-ck on your b-tch like my name david banner
slob on my kn-b like that b-tch ain’t got manners
b-tch! dis dat blood sh-t (what?)
only sip wock no actavis (brr)
flexin on a thot (ayy)
beat the p-ssy up (-punch sample-)
then she starts to scream (-scream-)
i just wanna cream (b-tch)
incense over incest
your b-tch sh-t her fishnets (-fart-)
my gang pull guns on ya daughters (pew pew pew)
i pull down ya mommas knockers (what ohh)
i’m here to blast, call me jimmy neutron
eat out with ya b-tch and i’m using the coupon
eating her -ss with a side of grey poupon
shootin my load like the dude who shot trayvon
mom didn’t buy me a nintendo switch
i shot that b-tch in the d-ck
pull on your block, i’m going ballistic
f-ck up ya mans like my last name autistic
b-tch i be spinnin my fidget
my uncle suckin my d-ck

[outro]
now shut the f-ck up!
-beat cuts out for the whole verse-
-(hype man lyrics are barely understandable whispered mumbles in the right ear)-

black angel of death flap your f-ckin wings
i said, black angel of death flap your f-ckin wings
fly over peasants and reap what they’ve sown
black angel of death i’m a f-ckin king (f-ckin king)

f-ck god, your religion is f-ckin wack
pastor f-cked me as he smoked some crack (that sucks)
where the f-ck were you then, at the time i was p-ssed
then finally realized you don’t f-ckin exist (blaspheme)
but the devil exist and the devil is me
angel of death, only force that there be
to reap what the peasants have sown
rip the flesh from the bone
to feed the fires of death and disease (reap you n-gg-s)

my nine is my cutl-ss, the glock is my scythe
you peasants all die by the end of tonight
when this verse hits your ears feel the fear and the fright
black angel of death, to the skies he take flight
(bring the beat back peasant)

- mu

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