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letra de xmr - nihilist (rapper)

[intro]
fa-, fa-, fa-, fa-, fa-, fa-, a-, a-
f-ggot, shut the f-ck up, i’m bringing out my raygun
m134 mi-, ini-, i-, gu-, u-, un on the front de-, e-, e-
blast so hard, this sh-t feel like dubstep
100k on firearms, p-ssy, can’t match that
barrel to her head, make her feel extorted
pull out her heart like a late term abortion
put her in a box ‘n’ get her exp-

[chorus]
f-ggot, shut the f-ck up, i’m bringing out my raygun
m134 minigun on the front deck
blast so hard, this sh-t feel like dubstep
100k on firearms, p-ssy, can’t match tha-, a-, a-
barrel to her head, make her feel extorted
pu-, pull out her heart like a late term aborti-, i-
put her in a box ‘n’ get her exported
stab this p-ssy’s girlfriend, i’m f-ckin distorted

[post-chorus]
i fl!ck out the bowie knife ‘n’ slit her f-ckin’ left to ri-, i-
pull her f-cki-, in’ entrails out ‘n’ watch her ro-, o-, oll back her eyes
bash your head with a thousand bricks, you wouldn’t be any more r-t-rde-, a-
stop calling for your mommy, she’s on the black market
[verse]
bullets in yo’ legs gon’ make you walk like you got special needs
i been slicing up lung tissue, now you can’t breathe
rip off her head ‘n’ i’ll watch it bleed
i been f-ckin’ this b-tch, but she been dead for a week
separate the body, don’t want it intact
walked in this b-tch with a bomb on my back
i’ma grab her spine ‘n’ i’ll watch it crack
put the remains in burlap sacks

[chorus]
f-ggot, shut the f-ck up, i’m bringing out my raygun
m134 mi-, ini-, i-, gu-, u-, un on the front de-, e-, e-
blast so hard, this sh-t feel like dubstep
100k on firearms, p-ssy, can’t match that
barrel to her head, make her feel extorted
pull out her heart like a late term abortion
put her in a box ‘n’ get her exp-
stab this p-ssy’s girlfriend, i’m f-ckin’ distorted

[post-chorus]
i fl!ck out the bowie knife ‘n’ slit her f-ckin’ left to right
pull her f-ckin’ entrails out ‘n’ watch her ro-, o-, oll back her eyes
bash your head with a thousand bricks, you wouldn’t be any more r-t-rded
stop calling for your mommy, she’s on the black market
i fl!ck out the bowie knife ‘n’ slit her f-ckin’ left to right
pull her f-ckin’ entrails out ‘n’ watch her ro-, o-, oll back her eyes
bash your head with a thousand bricks, you wouldn’t be any more r-t-rded
stop calling for your mommy, she’s on the black market
[outro]
i fl!ck out the bowie knife ‘n’ slit her f-ckin’ left to ri-, i-
pull her f-cki-, in’ entrails out ‘n’ watch her ro-, o-, oll back her eyes
bash your head with a thousand bricks, you wouldn’t be any more r-t-rde-, a-
stop calling for your mommy, she’s on the black market
bullets in yo’ legs gon’-

- nihilist rapper

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