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letra de return of the living dead - nick xl

[intro: sample]
the instrument of my final conquest
swifter, more awesome than the black death
the plague

[verse 1]
i hit your f-ckin’ clique up like a desktop
yellin’, “sick ’em,” then you riddled with some red dots
b-tch, i’m tom riddle makin’ heads rot
day you use an instrumental right will be a guest spot
you f-ckin’ goofball, choosin’ to take the high ground
when deep down, we know you’re still a n-z- in a tight gown (sieg heil sh-t)
and i’ll be frank, i don’t like you, that’s what the rhyme’s ’bout
so enjoy your little successes, they always find you out (dumbass)
you f-ckеrs ain’t noticing what i’m bringin’ yet?
i swear i’m the sickеst out of these b-tches that don’t give respect
you got insufficient flex, i tell ’em, “rip the check”
slip a diss, i’ll hit your sis for s-x and then i’ll dip and jet
i’m battle crying holdin’ cattle prods
you motherf-ckers ain’t gon’ last for long like the padawans
chargin’ up my f-ckin’ special just to blast you frauds
drop the gavel on you, turn your clan all into mastodons

[chorus]
it’s the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
b-tch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
b-tch, i drag ’em like cigarettes and i’m cash like i’m packin’ bowls
you f-ckers ain’t famous yet, i thought you were strapped to blow
it’s the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
b-tch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
b-tch, i drag ’em like cigarettes and i’m cash like i’m packin’ bowls
you f-ckers ain’t famous yet, i thought you were strapped to blow (guess not)
[verse 2]
they never thought that i’d be crawling out my grave plot
i been excellin’ while you sellin’ all the same slop
i only f-ck with my own brand like i’m a macintosh
you disagree, i’m fit to see your corpse look like a data mosh
i got the type of f-ckin’ beefs that you don’t set aside
i catch you out, you best protect your clout like sh-t is clementine
all those f-ckin’ brag raps you made were left to time
and now you’re just a guy, so all that hate you take and letterize
you see, it’s simple, these simpletons kick rocks
while i’m f-ckin’ up instrumentals, you spittin’ like kid rock (trash)
me and the jokerr kosher as soon as his sh-t knocks
and i don’t think that’s possible like pelosi with six c-cks
spittin’ triple-six-hop, ain’t my mission to get props
it’s to put you into submission the minute you cl!ck “watch”
then blast off with precision and iggy my wristw-tch
you been cookin’ up in the kitchen? i’m bettin’ that sh-t’s a crock, b-tch

[chorus]
it’s the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
b-tch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
b-tch, i drag ’em like cigarettes and i’m cash like i’m packin’ bowls
you f-ckers ain’t famous yet, i thought you were strapped to blow
it’s the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
b-tch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
b-tch, i drag ’em like cigarettes and i’m cash like i’m packin’ bowls
you f-ckers ain’t famous yet, i thought you were strapped to blow (guess not)
[bridge]
you f-ckers think i’m bluffin’? well come on then, find out
you ain’t cut for no macguffin, i’ll bludgeon your lights out
and n0body gets the jump, b-tch, i run with my sights out
y’all ain’t touchin’ f-ckin’ nothin’ ’til bust down is iced out
you f-ckers think i’m bluffin’? well come on then, find out
you ain’t cut for no macguffin, i’ll bludgeon your lights out
and n0body gets the jump, b-tch, i run with my sights out
y’all ain’t touchin’ f-ckin’ nothin’ ’til bust down is iced out, uh

[outro: sample]
foolish man
bullets cannot harm me

- nick xl

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