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letra de lil henchman - musso myers

[intro]
erythropsia man
i’m in that mode

[verse 1]
they say london’s on fire with people in it, someone blew up but i don’t know who did it
they made a hit song and then done skidded, feel too committed
hittas always talking extra, that’s why i always clap them
he say he, draw blood like dexter
i always been better, you not in my sector
talking too much you think you a expert
but i always school you i’m your professor
sit down and listen to this sh-t
little hitta sh-t, small b-lls like are you kidding, sh-t
never fails to make me laugh, but we ain’t doing a skit
put you on the wall with some brads, worst song of the year sh-t
you got pants on but you ain’t gotta sag, you basic
bars so weak, you f-ckin’ seem naked
seems likе you skipped your semestеrs
seems like i whipped you under no pressure
next time know you gotta know better
talking b-tches, you also a no-getter
setting way-points i’m a node setter
you always talk crazy like you know letters
only way i sweat is when i put on sweaters
only way you’d get money is to be a beggar
i’m taking over your song like i am a settler
you songs make ears bleed you always do terrors
i’m heavyweighted compared to you cuz you is feathers
musso smoked j. illed is what they say in the headers
all over newsletters, i know i can talk with no limit
i’m unfettered, my rhyme schemes crazy i know i’m well-lettered
illed always looking online: ”did musso do something? i need to know”
he the m checker
releasing his tracks on youtube cuz he too broke to post on all platforms
disabling dislikes cuz he know he cheeks, recording from his college dorm
and that lil hitta noise done got a feature but he ain’t even outperform him
they both so ass, they created a new league for ’em
this hitta drop more than yb, he buns he not yv
i’m rapping like i’m under gunpoint, am i from kaiji
you a p-wn lil bro, but i’m still here counting
1, 2, 3, your weak bars just ain’t mounting
you been rapping for a long time but even when you just started you were already done
yo texts ain’t got nun on n0body, tryna act tough but yo flow is on the run
i just done six fixes, but i can’t fix what’s already spun
singing to the police like you’re making a song
if you from the hood, then why you saw 12 and ain’t gone
family time with relatives, for you it must’ve been long
whole day alone in the bas-m-nt inhaling your bong
you live in the trenches cuz i put you on the benches
finna come to yo crib, n blast ken just turn on some engines
noise and you had a anime convention, boys and girls if your parents do drugs and smoke, then these are the consequences
you seem satanic like you tripled the six senses
the typa guy that would say a storm is brewing if they mad like they living in kansas
i’ll trade you some pensions cuz you gon continue yo edging
average dream viewer, guess i caught some dimensions
watching some venture, till your x video commences
you not a rapper you pretentious, rapping that you got dentures
imagine having a penchant for being chained up in detention
by your bro noise, while musso drive the benzes
if rapping is yo job imagine what you workbench is
[verse 2]
how much income could you fetch without a song that cleanses your brain of intention
y’all come together like you’re at a funeral convention
both probably wear bra’s, lil bro you ain’t on dora’s adventures
you and yo homie having some frickin fun being teens, can’t cuss cuz yo mom gonna get you suspended
you’ll do anything that noise mentions
you pants tight as f-ck, even i feel that tension, like you the grand canyon
fried all y’all asses y’all is like the french is
your brain yes i done clenched it, i see cuz you noise lil henchman
yeah you done quenched his sh-t, making noises like you benching some sh-t
i know how life can be good cuz i’m entrenched in my whip
listening to them finches like i’m getting a l!ck

[outro]
f-ck j illed man
you noise’s lil henchman
and he’s yours
hop off lil bro

- musso myers

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