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letra de stupid man suit - myles malice

blood and guts, the only way to start this
die mother f-cker die, leave another carc-ss heartless
rip it out, throw it in the marshes
or pucker for the pistol, either way i’m bringing darkness
one of the harshest, b-tch, born sinner
with an appet-te for lyrical murder and spittin’ venom
if a mother f-cker stepping to me, bet imma skin em
with a steak knife, marinate, ready for dinner
if you’re looking’ for k!llers then you’ve come to the right place
some say that i’m known to sever a f-ck face
defacing punks, so in awe when sharp things
pierce through the flesh for the cause of bloodstains
far up above lames, buildin a name
to bring down on the game like i’m acid rain
they all drown in a river that could p-ss for flames
the sh-t burns, soak em in the gasoline
i got a demon and i feed him, let him out so you can meet him
get to fiendin’ for the flesh, the only feelin’ thats appealing
so i need the epidermis like the grinch i’m stealin it, peeling it
pretty little b-tches imma eat em (yum)
but its hard to maintain the name and stay ahead of the game when liven paycheck to paycheck
on top of that i’m reclusive, elusive, find you fools intrusive, raincheck to raincheck
but every time i shed this suit, the beast emerges
the boys to boot, its malice
unmask him, force a fluke to fight fear when i find em
face the ruthless get noosed
flesh fruit depitted, i could scalp that b-tch to replace my fitted
you talk i’ll spit it, with a blade so rigged
imma cut slow rip and leave a blood trail drippin’ if
i shed this suit

(hook)
let me shed this suit
this stupid f-cking man suit
i think it’s finally time i shed this f-cking suit

off in colorado kickin’ it with lsp for gorefest a fool greets me, d-gg-n me bout my kicks
i’m like “dude let me ask you this, you know who wears prada.. do these look like dcs b-tch?”
ya betta back the f-ck up, i’m g-ssed to maximum
i’ll have ta blast ya if you’re actin rude
i’m bout to get the mic and hit ya with the 50 clip i’ll split you as i glamour you, you’ll bow to master who?
me! the dapper, man in the suit, you watch me
from the crowd i’m looking down at you
and if you ever get to thinkin you’re above me, come through and check back with me with the facts to show proof
you shouldn’t peg me as a punk ya dumb f-ck!
don’t be judging my cover you’d better pick another book
cuz if you thinkin you can read me i’m the necro f-ckin nomicon, you’ll wake a sleeping demon
swap a heater for the meat hook, yup
and its just like that, i’m like a phantom
slipping through the mist of man
lookin to meet my canonical 5
they need to die cuz i know they can, yup
so i grab my suit, i gotta look good to allure them b-tches
i like to pick em by their p-ssy fumes
ain’t no scent richer than a dime piece pink is
slit hits like a vics inhaler, 55 vixens stiffin the air
caught a whiff i could savor/save her, my favorite flavor
fake t-ts and dumb as rocks
take her to the bed i’ll rough her up and be a boss
cut the b-tch up into bits and put the bitty in a box
for the cops leave a note read: f-ck you
now that the work is done let me shed this suit
(hook)

- myles malice

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