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letra de castrated - nrki!

[verse 1: nrki!]
i’m prophetic
i’m pushin sh-t you don’t wanna see
any time you talk sh-t it’s all dependent on me
ridin’ round with a shorty stay attached to the seat
put some holes in his chest count one-two-three

we come around with a blunderbuss tucked under us
thought you could see that i’m insane you cannot f-ck with us
though talkin’ with her told me i’m annoying as f-ck
wheres yo’ man ’cause no i’m not afraid to buck up
f-ck that little kid i’ll hit him straight in the nuts
a f-ckin’ wannabe that’s why they call you a cuck
nah, your b-tches lame ’cause you don’t move how you be talkin’
nothing can explain the sh-t come out of yo’ noggin’

you slow as f-ck thinkin’ that i was that dumb
it’s f-ckin’ obvious when every words an i or an um
and so i’m numb to it
any beat you get me on just know i’m going dumb to it
steady flexin’ with no patreon, nah, i know you cannot f-ck with it
and so i’m numb to it
any beat you get me on just know i’m going dumb to it
steady flexin’ with no patreon, nah, i know you cannot f-ck with it
got me rappin’ like i hate my mom, but nah, that would be dumb stupid
dumb stupid?
nah, i’m brick showin’
how i take yo’ girl? i ain’t even got my d-ck showin’
black ass cat, when you look at me a bad omen
ridin’ ’round the city with my semi tucked get ripped open
[verse 2: 330benzo]
masked up, uh, uh,uh, i buss the semi-semi
bag tucked, uh, uh, uh, i’m huffin’ fetty-fetty
slash guts, uh, uh, uh, with my machete-chete
rappers dust, uh, uh, i don’t really think you ready-ready
the embodiment of malice i’m the f-ckin’ antichrist
f-ck ya movement it don’t matter i’m supporting anti life
all you humans ain’t worth nothing but a f-ckin’ sacrifice
i be zoomin’ you ain’t duckin’ me i sn-tch’ em slash ’em twice
you get ripped open now i’m playin’ with his guts
we be bl!ck totin’ in psychosis i’ma bust
poppin’ scripts open, overdosin’ is a must
got his b-tch floatin’, feedin’ pillies to the sl-ts
can you handle the smell? the grave diggers come and claim you
try to rebel, the fallen angels come enslave you
welcome to h-ll, you thought repenting was gon’ save you?
that was me in the confessional lil’ b-tch i played you
i’ma wicked skin rippin’ motherf-ckin’ full of hate
blame it on the population b-tch they sealed they own fate
take the breath from me, they want the death of me, i think it’s great
public enemy, come put an end to me, i’ll sit and wait
i’m still waitin’, b-tch

- nrki

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