letra de drop dead - nihilist (rapper)
[intro: hatchetsaw]
a-ar on my back, the bullets gon’ pop-op-
not gonna lie, i was laughing when the girl missed her pops
you f-ggots are right at the bottom while i’m at the top-op-
[verse 1: nihilist]
scr-scream into my pillow, bet you haven’t felt this much dread
spend my own time dead as h-ll, wanna snap my f-ckin’ neck
watch me foam out of my mouth, all these oxys cure the pain
i-i-i just k!lled a couple f-ggots with no reason with no gai-i-
m4a1 in my hand, b-tch, i’m in the military
why you talkin’ so much sh-t, but won’t have the guts to fight me?
speaking of guts, i’ll disembowel your whole body
once i build a bomb, i’m gonna blitz the f-ckin’ lobby-y-
dsr on my back, i’ma f-ckin’ clu-u-, e-e-e-е-
knife in my ha-a-, e-e-, i’m so f-ckin’ donе (bi-i-i-i-)
cer i grafu, p-ssy, i hope that you f-ckin’ die (yeah)
malu cachu, p-ssy, why you tryna f-ckin’ hide? (tryna hide)
f-ckin’ h-ll, b-tch, you make me wanna pry out my own eyes
murder everyone you know, you think i give a f-ck if you cry?
f-ckin’ h-ll, b-tch, you make me wanna pry out my own eyes
murder everyone you know, you think i give a f-ck if you cry?
[verse 2: hatchetsaw]
e-e-eleven shots, eleven opps, eleven dead
first, thirty bodies, now, sixty in my f-ckin’ shed
he talkin’ sh-t, but now his head is full of lead
i’ma rape yo’ pregnant b-tch right in your f-ckin’ bed, b-tch
like, oh, sh-t, what’s going on? it’s a massacre on yo’ muh’f-ckin’ block
like, knock, knock, b-tch, let me in, i’m at your house with a muh’f-ckin glock-, glock-, glock-, glock-
aim with a suppressor, aim with a suppressor
i make her sneezing out bullets, like bless her
you f-ggots are lesser, i’m the oppressor
i make her sneezing out bullets, like bless her
a-ar on my back, the bullets gon’ pop-op-
not gonna lie, i was laughing when the girl missed her pops
you f-ggots are right at the bottom while i’m at the top-op-
sh-t was kinda hilarious when i watch those motherf-ckin’ f-ggots drop
[outro: nihilist]
m4a1 in my hand, b-tch, i’m in the military
why you talkin’ so much sh-t, but won’t have the guts to fight me?
speaking of guts, i’ll disembowel your whole body
once i build a bomb, i’m gonna blitz the f-ckin’ lobby-y-
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