letra de thesis of a cruel angel - nada5150
bezerk
[intro]
bet these bullets got compassion b-tch
they gon’ touch your heart
bet these bullets won’t go past you b-tch
they gon’ touch your heart
sayin’ that you is a real thug
that ain’t what you want
sayin’ that you want some smoke b-tch
that ain’t what you want
[hook]
f-ck a b-tch
f-ck a b-tch
(f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a b-tch)
(x4)
[verse 1]
how’d you f-ckin’ forget it?
b-tch you get gone or get with it
it’s mister 5150
yo daddy
knife face the legend
i eat you p-ssies for breakfast
i break your neck in a minute
been ’bout that life i’ve been livin’
i really wish i was kidding
you ain’t got my energy
i win by any means
death to my enemiеs
all that hate i love to see
all that instagram and twitter talk makе you think ya can’t get touched
i take a flight and take a charge
just to prove my point
i get blood on my knives
(i get blood on my knives)
[hook]
f-ck a b-tch
f-ck a b-tch
(f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a b-tch)
(x4)
[verse 2]
i ain’t never had no b-tch tell me what i could or could not do
she can tell ya, he can tell ya
pray to jesus, he can’t save ya
we can get it now or later b-tch you sweet like now and later
i’ll be back like terminator
you won’t like me when i’m angry
pull up at your momma house, i’mma smash it up
keep my name out your d-mn mouth, i’mma shut it up
go ahead and run that sh-t b-tch, talking mighty tough
i’m the carolina reaper b-tch, ain’t your f-cking cuz
no you cannot run and hide
know that nada tote that 9
it’s gon’ be a homicide
tell that b-tch to come outside
nada nada don’t sit by
p-ssy boy you crossed that line
pull up on ya open fire
pull up on ya open fire
[hook]
f-ck a b-tch
f-ck a b-tch
(f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a b-tch)
(x4)
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